October 15th, 2017

polychrome

Poem: "Gliding In"

This is the linkback for the October 3, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl, originally hosted by DW user Dialecticdreamer.  It was spillover from the August 15, 2017 fishbowl and the August Creative Jam.  It was inspired by prompts from DW users Antisocialite_forum, Zeeth_kyrah, and Curiosity.  It also fills the "WILD CARD: flight" square in my 8-1-16 card for the Survival Bingo fest.  This poem belongs to the Polychrome Heroics series.

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Sunday Yardening

Today is partly sunny, chilly, and blustery.  We got more rain late last night and early this morning.  Most of the fields around us have been harvested.

I planted 20 Iris 'Harmony' in the wildflower garden.  These are miniature iris with lavender uprights and bright purple falls.

I also gathered more wildflower seeds and planted them in the prairie garden.

EDIT: I went back out and planted 6 Daffodil 'Thalia' in the purple-and-white garden. They are narrow-leafed white daffodils.

EDIT: I planted 12 Puschkinia / Lebanon Squill in the purple-and-white garden.  These put out clusters of star-shaped flowers in white to pale blue.
Fly Free

Poem: "The Green Monkey"

This is the second freebie for the October 3, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl courtesy of new prompter [personal profile] elinox. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] acelightning. It also fills the "frighten" square in my 10-1-17 card for the Fall Festival bingo.


"The Green Monkey"


It's hard when you're born
technically human, visibly human,
but so weird you don't fit in --

when your body looks female
but your soul feels male,

when you're so smart that
you finish the worksheet before
the teacher finishes handing them out,

when you can hear things that
humans aren't supposed to hear
or say things that everyone claims
only babies can learn to pronounce --

and you can't help but remember
that experiment with the monkeys
where the scentist dyed one of them
and the others tore it to pieces,

when you keep seeing murders
of trans nerdy freakish people
whenever you turn on the news,

when every time that you go out
you feel people's eyes on your back,
crawling over your skin like spiders,

and you don't know why you
seem to frighten them so much
but it's clear enough that you do,

and you can't help but wonder
if you're the green monkey.

Fly Free

Poem: "Digging In"

This is the freebie for the October 2017 [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] mama_kestrel. It also fills the "autumn" square in my 10-1-17 card for the Fall Festival bingo, and with that, I have made bingo down the B column! \o/


"Digging In"


A true friend is someone who,
when you tell them to bring a shovel,
they don't ask if you're planting roses
or burying your ex,

they just come dressed to dig.

It's tulips, this time,
fringed and French,
parrots and peonies,
Darwins, Greigii, Fosteriana.

It's tulips, this time,
their brown bulbs
whispering triumph,
against autumn winds,

but it isn't always.

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Notes:

Tulips are planted in fall to bloom in spring.  They come in many different styles.