This flower (weed?) was standing tall in the middle of the yard, and I gladly took the opportunity for a picture. When I adjusted the exposure, it actually turned the grass behind it a purple color. No idea why, but I like it.
I'm not even sure how I missed posting on Wednesday. That's usually a weekend thing when I get really busy and sidetracked. At any rate, I'm still playing catch up. Here's day 11: Pick a season (any season), make it the title of your poem, and then write your poem.
I'm not much of a cook
and he doesn't much care
as long as I wear his favorite apron
and a smile.
I've ruined plenty of dinners
taste testing from his lips,
adding too much spice,
and setting off the smoke alarm.
He prefers a long simmer to a
fast boil, and we pour on more
And day 12: Take the phrase "Something (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, write your poem.
Something is Amiss (Sijo)
Something is amiss and I haven't a clue what it is.
If the silence is any indication, I should know by now
and try to resolve that darkening sadness in your eyes.