I adore this horse next door. Such spirit and energy! The left eye is blue, just like my pony when I was a kid. It is often referred to as a "glass" eye. It works perfectly well and I love a horse with one. Some people hate them. This is my submission for the "Sunday Creative"; the prompt word for this week is "glass".
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|"Photo courtesy of India Hobson for One Stop Poetry"|
The Sunday Photography Interview over at "One Stop Poetry" is with India Hobson. The above photograph with it's beautiful coloring is the poetry-prompt challenge. The following poem is for "One Shoot Sunday". Stop over to see the other entries.
An Old Acquaintance
An old acquaintance I can not shake,
always peering over my shoulder;
creating self-doubt and insecurity.
Ignore her at times, I do,
but rather persistent is she.
There are times she has a point,
making me rethink my strategy.
But mostly, this self-doubt of mine
is better ignored and replaced
with another muse, Ms. Creativity.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 4-3-11
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The poetry challenge today for Kells' New Daily Poetry Prompts ("button" on my side bar) is: Write a poem that is really a love letter to an old flame. To make sure it doesn't slip into sappy, make sure one or more of these words is in the poem: dung beetle, politician, nuclear, exoskeleton, oceanography, pompadour, toilet. ... (this is getting hard!)
An Old Flame
The "love of my life", I did meet today
I, with no makeup and hair in disarray!
Caught in the grocery store's ice cream aisle.
A flash of recognition, and a faint smile..
(His grand pompadour; a comb-over! Here's
the real tragedy of sixty years!)
Recalling passionate promises whispered
earnestly. "Soul mates forever" we declared
off to college we went; to speak no more...
until today, standing by the freezer door.
Gallantly he bowed, offered me the last
"double fudge" ice cream. "Are you sure?" I asked.
Tentatively he inquired of me, "My sweet,
are you possibly free to share this fine treat?"
So, here I am all atwitter; the same
butterflys of years ago for this "old flame!"
A lifetime of happiness and joy to share
of memories, timeworn. And now a new affair
perhaps to pick up and once again pursue;
It does seem I have a "thing" for eyes of light blue.
By Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 4-3-11