Magpie Tales 128 "Dog Days of Summer" & Friday Flash 55

Petoskey, Michigan 2012

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Dog Days of Summer

With pockets full of posies
I balance upon rocky shore
arms outstretched
receive lover's kiss,
return passionate embrace
before he sails out to sea...

Sashay my way
up stone cottage steps,
past farting duck and
swaying white goose.
Seek verandah's coolness,
push aside loneliness
with another's kiss...

Awaken, novel upturned,
dog licking my hand.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 1, 2012


My lazy vacation days of drifting off to sleep, swaying in a hammock mid-day are over...

The cousins (and his siblings) played Duck, Duck, (Farting Duck), Goose, Ring Around the Rosie, and London Bridge with my four year old son.  Wasn't that sweet of them?  We grown-ups had a BLAST watching them!

This is linked with Magpie Tales #128 (photo prompt below) and Friday Flash 55 .


I have been away on vacation for two weeks visiting Illinois and Michigan.  I will share photos in the next few days, but it is great to be back and can't wait to visit all my blogger friends and see what has been happening.

image by Zelko Nedic

IGWRT's - Mini Challlenge for Sunday - "Fate"

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Fate

Fate waves her fickle hand, discerning not
between one desirous or deserving
of a destiny, glorious.  'Tis wrought,
Time is, with stories of man, unnerving
and bold, rallying against her servings
sprinkled upon them.  They dare greed, rage, lust,
pain; their best bold endeavors!  Observing,
in the end, Fate's fancy cannot be crushed.

by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 15, 2012

This is my attempt to follow a challenge offered up by "Imaginary Garden with Real  Toads - A Mini Challenge for Sunday - A Monk's Tale".  We had a choice to do a Huitain form poem (8 lines, 10 syllables in each, rhyme scheme ababbcbc) also known as the "Monk's Stanza".   If we chose to do a free verse poem, it was to be on the topic of "The Monk's Tale".

So... I choose to do a Huitain with a bit of a commentary of the "Monk's Tale".  I scanned the whole long tale.  It seems it entails many grim, tragic tales, all of which deal with fate now and again.  Fate that doesn't always seem just....

I could be off on my quick analysis, but it I am, the poem above I did battle with rhyme and syllabic counting... not something that comes easy to me!  :)

The photo is one that I took at night and added a bit of "snow" to.  As beautiful and hardy as Black Eyed Susans are... if snow descends upon them, they will perish.  (kind of like the hand of fate* ... ?)

*  I am NOT a big believe in fate (we have no choice)... I do believe in destiny - if it means we do play a part in our final outcome... if we choose to use our gifts, we all have a purpose to fulfill.  The question is, will we choose the right path?