The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB see my other blog, Retirement Blues. (There be dragons!)

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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku

"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

dVerse Tuesday Gardening

Should I apologize for standing this Hope prompt on its head?

Well, I too have been thinking a lot about the world lately.  It seems that everything is going sour - from killer wild fires and hurricanes to killers and idiots and megalomaniacs running the world - into the ground; which is a strange way of putting it.

Anyway, my verses have taken a sad and lonely turn of late - thankfully, not reflecting my conditions in real life.

So here is a Quadrille.



           Hope On The Strand
I met her on the strand
Told her my name
She said hers was Hope
We talked then hid away and did some things

My mistake to fall in love so easily
Since she soon sailed away
Now I walk the strand alone
Hopeless

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  1. ✿October 10, 2017 at 11:14 AM

    This is very sad, but very good. I love the way you worded this:

    "We talked then hid away and did some things"

    I think this is the first one I've read using "Hope" as a name. Great idea!

    ~marley

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  2. De JacksonOctober 10, 2017 at 11:23 AM

    Super clever. A nice twist on the word.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 10, 2017 at 1:07 PM

    From Hope to Hopeless. Sigh. Journey on, my friend......more hope on the horizon than you can ever imagine. Smiles.

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  4. Sanaa RizviOctober 10, 2017 at 1:31 PM

    There is certainly a thin line between hope and hopelessness.. we must strive to hold on. Beautifully penned.

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  5. Vivian ZemsOctober 10, 2017 at 1:56 PM

    The transition from hope to hopelessness seems to have a lot to do with our expectations. Well said.

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  6. brudbergOctober 10, 2017 at 3:19 PM

    Another twist on hopeless... what a wonderful wordplay in this. After your intro I started to think about Hope Hicks.

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  7. Frank HubenyOctober 10, 2017 at 6:15 PM

    Nice poem of finding and losing Hope.

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  8. tonispencerOctober 10, 2017 at 9:15 PM

    Sometimes, we are without hope, especially after losing love.

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  9. tonispencerOctober 10, 2017 at 9:15 PM

    Sometimes, we are without hope, especially after losing love.

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  10. Magaly GuerreroOctober 11, 2017 at 12:09 AM

    Well, hope the memories bring some consolation.

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  11. kaykualaOctober 11, 2017 at 4:16 PM

    Now I walk the strand alone
    Hopeless

    'You win some and lose some' that's what they say. But it affords us loads of experience for another day!

    Hank

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  12. Arcadia MariaOctober 11, 2017 at 8:37 PM

    Sad but good. Thanks for sharing.

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