In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt.
Litany of Diseases
(and some things that are not)
E. coli and
Your grandma’s old credenza
Mad cow disease
West Nile virus
When I saw Nancy Merill’s prompt for her photo challenge this week, I knew I had just the right shot:
Instead of using the NaPoWriMo prompt, I went with The Daily Post one.
Visible from the highway
The network of steel girders
Held the promise of
Industrious accountants and
But the deal fell through
Beams red with rust
Never roofed, never sided
I’m utilizing The Daily Post prompt today for my poem.
“Crunchy won’t do—
It makes Wilbur sound good to eat.
You’ve got to find me something else.”
The rat sniffed
And took off in a tiff
To search for another word that would satisfy the spider.
He brought her back a label.
I don’t know how that applies to a pig,
Or how being preshrunk would save him from slaughter.
Find me something better.”
Templeton grumbled but reluctantly skulked away.
Soon he returned with a final offering
torn from a box of laundry detergent.
“With New Radiant Action.
Wilbur, are you radiant?” Charlotte asked.
The pig danced about,
flashing his dazzling smile and batting his sparkling eyes.
“It’ll have to do,” the weary spider conceded
And set about altering her web design.
Who are these friendly people extending their hands toward one another? See their smiles?
The arthritis in my left hip has reached critical mass, and until well after my hip replacement surgery in July, there are certain things I can’t do.
When I saw The Daily Post’s photo challenge this past week, I knew exactly how I would finish this sentence. You see, yesterday was the 31st Phoenix International Folk Dance Festival. I brought my camera and took lots of pictures, but I’d rather be…dancing.
Those lovely people above who look so happy are dancing to an American folk tune called Paul Jones and executing a square dance figure known as a grand right and left. If you scroll through the photos at just the right speed, you’ll get a feel for the sequence.
Or you could watch the short video below.
The festival was delightful, but I missed out on the best fun, the dancing. I have lots more pictures, so I’ll post a whole photo essay on the festival soon.
My response to the Daily Post prompt: congregate.
To congregate in the narthex.
Pick up a bulletin.
To enter the sanctuary.
Sit in the last pew, next to the center aisle.
To praise God
With psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs.
To hear the Good News:
Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.
To commune with the believers—
Bread and wine, body and blood.
To go in peace
To love and serve the Lord.
My offering for today’s Daily Post Prompt.
Or settling for what you don’t really want
Or with (com) promise
I would rather be uncompromising
Than promising away my joy
Or settling at the concession stand
Life is a series of compromises
And with every transaction
I’m farther away from my dreams
Why not a promise
That satisfies my convictions
My confections of perfection