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 2 years ago  

The Japanese Beetles were scarce today. I hope that means they will be gone soon. Boy did I begin to despair from those! They left foliage lacy.

lacy foliage
makes for unhappy humans
and happy beetles

Well that went nicely into 5/7/5

lacy foliage
now your camouflage is gone
you’re done for beetles

Kind of a play on your violent beetle killing poem and this one. 😬

 2 years ago  

and there is your longer range vision, one of the things that makes you a poet. You see more than what is there. Nice one.

The brown, lacy leaves of Virginia creeper and wild grape,
the decimated rose blossoms,
the aftermath of the Japanese invaders.
I DECLARE WAR
It took several summers in a row of the soapy buckets, but the numbers really have dwindled.
Dare I confess: how gratifying it is to seize one by the head, squeeze, and watch its guts issue forth like toothpaste from a tube....

Your freewrite is epic, as always.
The Mother (not named) - the pesky daughters doubting her ability to live alone, remain independent - the Mother's confidence (she's almost saucy, feeling triumphant, ready to vindicate herself) followed by the door opening to the devastation and emptiness.
You always encapsulate so much emotion in so few words.
Bravo!
(and hugs)

 2 years ago  

Thanks #1 fan!

I used to sign all the notes I sent into school with or for my kids with The Mother. That is, until I got sick of signing things (or of my daughter losing points because I hadn't signed something) that I gave The Youngest a stamp of my signature so she could just sign everything herself. It took a couple years before we got caught.

I love you Stacey!!
The fake signature.... yeah, that's how much we value the oversight of institutionalized public education our esteemed SCHOOLS.

 2 years ago  

I now hate the schools, and think they are no place for children. The damage done to them, to me, to our family, was enormous. Almost all of my personal problems originated in the schools.
#familyprotection

I hear you.
Last century, 1960s, even...
All the good little boys and girls turned out well and won accolades.
The misfits were ignored... some committed suicide...
But, sshh, school pride, and community, and all that!

I'm sorry for the damge to your family.
Math, in particular, seems to be troublesome.
My mom, in the 1940s, struggled with fractions.
Her dad showed her a shortcut.
Her teacher accused her of cheating and demanded that she show her work.
Sound familiar...?????