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.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Cold Flash in the Garden


I immediately thought of the song displayed below, and that guided my entry.

I really couldn't go anywhere else.




in pale perfection
she lies supine on a plinth
we are both breathless


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13 comments:

  1. brudbergNovember 5, 2017 at 1:46 AM

    I feel that this is the voice of a mortician, I hope that he will be happy staying breathless.

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  2. Kim M. RussellNovember 5, 2017 at 3:53 AM

    Short and sweet, and I agree with Bjorn about the voice of a mortician!

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  3. Vivian ZemsNovember 5, 2017 at 5:02 AM

    Nicely done. These few words say it all.

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM

    Indeed! there is a breathless quality to this image.

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  5. Gillena CoxNovember 5, 2017 at 9:49 AM

    Now thats what i call a cool math of mood. THE haiku and music were mafe for each other

    Much💖love

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  6. NamrathaNovember 5, 2017 at 10:29 AM

    Nearly done. All the elements in your post complement each other

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  7. Sanaa RizviNovember 5, 2017 at 1:56 PM

    Beautifully done.

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  8. Susie ClevengerNovember 5, 2017 at 2:16 PM

    Death becomes her? I too feel a sense of a funeral in this piece. Great job... You leave us all wondering, deciding what it means.

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  9. WildChild47November 5, 2017 at 5:48 PM

    I'm glad that you've chosen this aspect - the image is so provoking, and it leaves much to wonder about, given Man Ray's nature and ideas - but you've captured that air of death - she certainly hold this unreal/surreal quality to her. And I love the use of "supine" - because we're left to debate with ourselves, is she truly dead, or lying in wait? Wonderful!

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  10. Other MaryNovember 5, 2017 at 11:10 PM

    Wow, you packed a lot into those few words.

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  11. tedstrutzNovember 6, 2017 at 12:03 AM

    Nice Touch with the Horn... said it all.

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  12. purplepeninportland.comNovember 6, 2017 at 9:51 AM

    Perfect pairing if music to poem!

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  13. MarianNovember 6, 2017 at 3:45 PM

    Yes, both and neither. Inspired!

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