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July 2020

Twentypence for a lifetime, a laugh, a love, a thought
Typical ignorance denied the inspiration of inflation
Wonderfully, but for a pittance the thought was lost

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The ultimate answer is forty-two
What was the question no one knew
Envious minds reply on rote
Nodding to something that could be a joke
The end the beginning
Your imagination could find the question
One night years from now
Newly evolved in a dawning light
Eschewing the answer, what was the question?

<< Writingprompt.com via Twitter 7.12.2020 Write a poem about the number 21. >>

I am old
I am sitting here wishing on a dream that I know will never happen
Don’t settle they say
Don’t settle I repeat
But why do I feel holding out means eternity alone?

“You’re a gossip.”
“Huh?”
“You’re a gossip.” Larry looked over his shoulder. “You’re a gossip and you haven’t gossiped.”
Joe sat up in bewilderment, whiskers twitching. “I am not a gossip.” Paws folding, he lay back down; “Oh, we both know that’s not true. What didn’t I gossip?”
Larry acknowledged the words with an ear flick. Busy watching the humans walk by. One two three..
“What did I not gossip?”
Rolling to his side, Larry gave his brother a long look.
“Look mommy! The big kitty is yawning!”
Rolling his head to acknowledge the comment, Larry stretched out in the afternoon sun on the warm rock. “You neglected to mention” ear flick “that the penguins escaped yet again.”
“Wait! What?”
“What’s black, white, not dinner and sitting behind you?”

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<< Writingprompt.com via Twitter 7.11.2020 – Write a short dialogue between two zoo animals about an event at the zoo that day. >>

I write because I am afraid to speak
I write because of fleeting thought
I write because I am not heard
I write because once it is thought it is forgot

Arising up out of mist
Silent wonder as ship begins to list
As sails start to twist
This syren’s call, I shall resist

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Surrounded by water
Occluded by cloud
No footsteps have explored it
One space man has not named

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<< Writingprompt.com via Twitter 7.10.2020 Write a four-line poem about a mysterious island. Do this two times: once where each line rhymes and then again with no rhyming at all. >>

It is said the pen is more dangerous than the sword

I say it is the wielder

A swordsmith can dance among his people and cut nary a hair from their head

A writer can write words and destroy the faith of humanity

And yet

The king can cut off a single head and instill fear in all who follow

Yet the writer can write an essay on the whys of what happened

Instilling hope and faith back into the people

You tell me who is more dangerous

The one with the pen

Or the one with the sword

Both are weapons

                Be they wielded in fear or faith

And yet more dangerous is the man who wields both

I was thinking about sayings I have heard over the years that are meant to give inspiration, give warning, make a person think.

And the songs Flowers are Red (it’s actually by Hary Chapin – I always have to look this up) got me to thinking about rainbows. Which leads us back to Roy G Biv, now at the time I started to write this I didn’t know how the naming of the colors in the rainbow started. I briefly looked it up – found a single source and have much more to research. (Don’t take my word for it – go on an adventure and search for your own answers) But this is how I learned the colors of the rainbow – Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet. “Roy G. Biv”

And I was thinking on my walk in sun that’s a little too hot. That the colors blue, indigo and violet, as you follow them down the color spectrum, to the darkening shades, turn black.

And we have been taught for so long that black is bad. But is it? Or is it just another color that can portray beauty by a different light? I mean really, on the blackest of nights, I see blue. My black is hinged by blue. White snow turns blue, trees turn indigo and if we take but a moment to still our imaginations, our fears; wondrous things appear.

So, it is not merely good and evil, black and white. But a realigning of our perceptions.

Do not get me wrong, there are scary, evil things out there. But I think they are almost an absence of color. And that to me is a scary thing. Because if you say you do not see race or color or people or the privileges you have been given… then I believe you miss seeing so much beauty.

Nothing in life is free. Good things must be worked towards, and bad things happen. But it is up to each of us to learn how we perceive the world, and if it is slightly dark – to learn a new way to look at life. To change our perceptions, to re-learn our truths. Where we have come from, what we have learned tinge the colors of the world we see. If they are cloudy and murky, then it is up to us to learn how to clean that lens.

Only then will we see color. Only then can we look back on the path we have walked and accept not all was as it seemed, and look forward into a more colorful world.

Because if you cannot see color, you may miss seeing the smallest lights of brilliance.

(National Post, Feb 16, 2015, Postmedia News “Why the colour indigo is disappearing from Sir Isaac Newton’s ‘occult’ rainbow)

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