Reena’s Xploration Challenge #270- Ghosting Rarer Souls

I’ve been having a great deal of fun with triolets lately. I created one for this beautiful prompt image.

How varied the colors our eyes comprehend,
Ghosting rarer souls from our clear ‘view’.
Appearance defines not one person, my friend.
How varied the colors our eyes comprehend.

Unique among billions. Diverse without end.
Human ‘ranking’ – corrupt and untrue.
How varied the colors our eyes comprehend,
Ghosting rarer souls from our clear ‘view’.

d’Verse Poetics-August- A Place on a Map

For today’s Poetics, I want you all to write a poem about August. Feel it in your bones. Come tell us what the month means to you. You can write about it in terms of weather and mood, write inspired by the examples shared above or opt to compose a darker, more philosophical piece. The choice is yours!

There you are, August,
One step below the ‘top’.
Stretched longest on my ‘map’
Born from a child’s viewpoint.

Lazily I’ll climb toward September along your pathway.

[ I was 60 years old before I found my answer to a lifelong question. “Doesn’t everybody visualize months of the year in a 3D realm?” After years of blank dumbfounded responses to my statements about “seeing” numbers, days of the week, and months of the year, in three dimensions, I found out that I have Spatial Sequence Synesthesia! Those with this viewpoint have uniquely individual “mental maps” of all kinds of sequences. It’s a fascinating gift/defect caused by overlapping senses. Children are born with overlapping senses but supposedly outgrow them. Not everyone! Synesthesia takes MANY forms. I encourage everyone to look it up.
As for my poem, the mention of any month draws an immediate visual personal response. I’ve attached a link to my former post on the topic.]

Build an Artist

BeFunky_003katpaintingMy 7-year-old granddaughter presented me with this wonderful watercolor painting. Her mother told me that Kat had labored over it for a long time.

According to the artist, it is a self-portrait in a green field on a sunny day. She added a flock of crows for her bird-loving grandmother. As she explored the watercolor medium, her smile “bled” downward. Kat’s mom told me that she was not at all discouraged by that event. As all artists do, she embraced the “accident” and exclaimed, “I like that. Now, my clothes look brighter.”

Katherine had originally planned to give her masterpiece to me for my birthday but April would be just too long to wait. I will be buying a frame for my Kat Original this weekend and have already reserved a spot to display it above our TV. Of course, I insisted that she sign and date her work.

The sparkle in her eyes is something that I’ll never forget. She gasped when I showed her where her work would hang. This reminded me of how important it is to marvel at the artwork kids produce. First, it’s just plain beautiful. Secondly, it is the building of an artist … our way of showing them how wonderfully unique and precious artistic expression is.

The TV show Everybody Loves Raymond was a comedy that drew its humor from poking fun at a family’s “dysfunctional” moments. I noticed one thing, that I hope you will look for, if you had not already noticed. Children’s drawings were framed and displayed on the walls of their home. I loved seeing that and this blog post seemed a good place to bring that up. 🙂

A Window in my World

Window in my World


All that I hold dear

A vision crystal clear


My mirror , yes I see,

Observing all of me


It’s where I press my face

Embrace a happy place


Of past, the sights abound

Uniquely mine, with sound


Memories make me whole

Prisms of my soul


Look out to see inside

Historic times the guide


Familiar is the pane

Dotted with some rain


The scene gets brighter still

Upon my windowsill


Your window holds each clue

There’s  only ONE  of you.




Uniquely Our Own


On this last day of 2010, I wanted to leave a profound message. Profound messages don’t just pop up when you need them.

Then I decided that I must add this adorable photo that I took of my granddaughter and her younger cousin. As I was studying the photo, my mind rambled to wishes that Katherine would one day enjoy a sister. (seems we just cannot help wanting good things from our lives for others.) The fact is more likely that Kat may remain an only child. Besides, I’ve heard of sisters who caused nothing but heartache for each other.

Well, Maddie and Kat are cousins who spend every day at my house and will attend the same school etc. seems Kat already has a sister. I know that they argue like sisters 🙂

Just yesterday I said to a 12 year old day care friend of mine,”That has GOT to be rough!”

She said “What?”

“You know, getting up and going out to day care even as an infant. I got to stay in bed each morning until I went to school. You guys have to get up for “work” .”

She looked at me like I had two heads. “No big deal.”

BAM! Now I get it. Every single life is unique and whatever the experiences, they belong solely to that person. Our good wishes for others to have similar special experiences are kind but usually blind.. “What’s good for the goose is not likely good for the gander.”


My profound message to you for the coming year is: Live, Laugh, Love and appreciate your own unique lives!

Happy New Year to all!