Day 18 & Lens-Artists PC: Piran sunset colours

When uncle sent me these photos four days ago, I promised him to put them on my blog. I didn’t know I’ll get a chance so soon though. And in my poem, some more (para) romantics.

Today the photos first to set the mood. My travelling uncle has a new phone. The first red photo below is a bit out of focus but the next four simply slay. With a phone like this, who needs a camera?

He is in Piran on the Slovenian coast with his sister – my mother – and my father, where I’d love to be too and will in a month or so. He took these on Thursday between 7.42 and 8.03 pm.

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All photos by: Travelling uncle M. K.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Anne at Slow Shutter Speed: Colourful expressions

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And now to my daily poem. I had a look at today’s prompt, promptly wrote a poem on my phone in bed, and then realised that I’d remembered the prompt wrong (!). You will see what I mean in the poem itself.

And a big hurrah to Sunra Nina for being featured today with her beautiful dog poem.

Prompt 18: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.“

Would you note

“Yes. I thought you'd never ask.”

“No; even if you were the last man on the globe.”

“Or I could circle ‘yes’ and ‘no’ with a figure eight, 
making you perpetually wonder what I meant.”

Is it that all women are fickle and coy,
preferring to spread doubt to joy?

Sending a young man deeper into depression
by refusing to answer clearly a straight question?

Damm it, woman. Then I'll go and play hoops with the blokes.
Better than sending you these stupid notes.

(Two replies added after realising that the prompt wanted FIVE answers, not three.)

“I was just teasing you,
you know you are my beau.”

“Hello? Where did you go?
Will you let 
your woman wait like that? 
Heeey my love, come back!”

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: How to achieve peace

...and he, a benevolent friend,
will rule and manage the beauty
of the one who was born on the farm
in peace and only with a smile for riches
while the noise and dangers stay above it.
The wars rage elsewhere
while he, the winged one, keeps guard
far away where the stars end
where there is a country for my soul. 

Read all.

2019: To the other classic cream low top All Star  

I took the bottle home
and wrote SOČA on it with big letters
and drank from it for a week.

I hung the other shoe in my living-room
for all to see,
but mostly for me.

“Enjoy life,”
the shoe was saying.
“It’s slipping away one shoe at a time.

Just don’t be a bitch about it.
Don’t grab and take  
and think the world is here for your amusement

when obviously it’s the other way around.”  

Read all.

2020: An ode to life’s small pleasures

He went to buy groceries with my mother.
She returned in awe.
“He knows everything that you like
and don’t like,”
she exclaimed.
So yes,
I chose big things well too.
But sometimes
two separate sets of headphones
are just the little things
two people
need
in quarantine. 

(Read all.) 

2021: Prosim, ne razumi / Please don’t understand (double poem)

Leave as you came in.
The cave is big enough
for dragons and all the rest.
They live in the light
and cannot stand the darkness.
“Pretend you’re a wolf, writing.”
The wolf can see in the night
and probably thinks:
“Light is the last thing we need.”
To understand 
and to be understood 
are heavy burdens.
Leave them to dragons.

See more descendants of dragons and wolves

This day in my blogging history

• 2014: Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. —RIP Gabriel García Márquez

• 2015: Jovanotti x2

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  2015: World tour x2: of my life + of my Pearl Jam gigs (the 10th is missing: Rome 2018)

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  2017: Just a pit stop between home and Rome