Sunday, August 28, 2022

Charity Sunday: Save the Colorado River #CharitySunday #8Sunday #SnipSun

 

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Howdy Solks, I mean Folks! Today's featured charity is the Save the Colorado River project.


More about the charity in a minute. I wrote a poem specifically for this post and I am going to share it with you now.

The smell of death surrounds us as the rivers run dry

Life lost as fish lie stranded in the mud

Corporations don’t miss a beat when told

There’s a chance to build another factory in the wild silence

This year their profits could be twice what they made in the last

It’s impossible to imagine that people once revered the enchanted stars

I utilized four prompts in the creation of this poem. I will provide the links to those at the end of the post.

Now, about the Save the Colorado River project. Per their mission statement:

Save The Colorado’s mission is to protect and restore the Colorado River and its tributaries from the source to the sea. Save The Colorado focuses on fighting irresponsible water projects, supporting alternatives to proposed dams and diversions, fighting and adapting to climate change, supporting river and fish species restoration, and removing deadbeat dams.

They have a subproject which is close to my heart. I lived and worked in the Boulder area for close to 20 years.

https://savethecolorado.org/campaigns/boulder-creek-program/

Per the website:

Save The Colorado has an active program around protecting and restoring the Boulder Creek watershed in Boulder County, Colorado.  We have identified and committed to these efforts to preserve and protect the watershed.

I will donate a dollar to the Save the Colorado River project for every comment received on this post.

Following the post, you will find the necessary hoppy links. This is a Charity Sunday post, so that hop is at the top. Then, of course, I wish to share the links to the prompts that inspired the poem. Following that will be links to other hops I'm sharing the post with. 

I know some of you create separate posts for every hop, but I become overwhelmed when I try to do that. I have too many projects going on and my brain already operates like someone put it in a blender and pressed the Liquefy setting.

Here's some music to enjoy while you go hopping down the bloggy trail.


Here's the link in case you can't see the player, Player!

Here are the Hop Links. Visit 'em to find more great charities and stuff to read.






Prompt word: Beat







Saturday, August 27, 2022

A Bad Set of Wheels

 







It was the best of cars, it was the worst of cars...

Cancel that "best" bit. I can't lie. It was simply the worst of cars.

I signed it over to the mechanic who did massive amounts of work on it during the seven-ish miserable years I owned this abominable vehicle as payment for the water pump, which they probably removed to put in a car that might actually run more than a few blocks. 

The car was parked in the circle in front of the townhouses where my son and I used to live. I think I took pictures of the car because I was contemplating trying to make a few extra bucks doing independent deliveries since it was actually costing me money to work for Uber Eats. I'm not 100% sure, though. 

I wrote a Senryu or something in dishonor of this miserable automobile.

where would you strand me
on the east side or the west
it was even odds

So there's my story, it's sad but true
About a car that I once knew.
It stranded me once, it stranded me twice
It's on the scrap heap now
That makes me feel so nice.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors







Thursday, August 25, 2022

Denise Covey: #WEP August challenge - #Moonlight Sonata - #photo...

Denise Covey: #WEP August challenge - #Moonlight Sonata - #photo...:  Hello friends! Here is my entry in the WEP writing contest for the prompt, Moonlight Sonata. Many ideas ran through my mind when I saw the ...

Volcanoes greatly fascinate me. I had a little book about volcanoes when I was in my early elementary school years. I was a strange and precocious child who read horror comics, Edgar Allan Poe, and books about destructive natural forces.

I've had more than one dream about a volcano erupting in my backyard. My dream volcanoes are generally loud and showy but not especially destructive.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

DEFENDING THE PEN: WEP - Moonlight Sonata

DEFENDING THE PEN: WEP - Moonlight Sonata:   Photo by  Martin Adams  on  Unsplash Goddess of the Night I'm a practical, well-educated man and an athlete that enjoys a challenge, a...

A beautiful story with some educational aspects. I'd not heard of a sturgeon moon before.

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... August 2022 : Moonligh...

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... August 2022 : Moonligh...:   Hello writers, August has come round quickly hasn't it? It’s time to get back to Write...Edit... Publish.. . where we are writing to...

I used to love to look for the new moon. I need to remember to do that. I got so used to always being busy, busy, busy, that I forget to just be.

Thursday, August 18, 2022

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY:   A wolf in Chernobyl source photo: Sergiy Gaschak Thirty-six  years after the humans left this place, thriving wildlife have reclaimed the ...

"How sad,
that it takes a nuclear event
to provide safe haven
for wild creatures"
Ain't that the truth. 
I enjoy watching those "life after people" programs. I've been accused of being morbid for my fascination with such things, but humans are such a destructive species. While I like individual people one on one, I despise humanity. We are cruel to each other and deadly for the world.

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

The Birth of Luna: A Fractured Myth by Ornery Owl #WEP August 2022

 

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You're welcome to critique this mythological Haibun slice of microfiction if you really want to. Just, yanno, don't be rude, Dude. I mostly wrote it for fun. It is intended to be the first in a five-part suite about the elements and will achieve that goal if I ever get around to writing the other four parts.

The Birth of Luna

In the beginning, the solar system was the dog’s breakfast. One day, the planet Theia decided she was going to eradicate her sister planet, Gaia. Theia slammed into Gaia hard enough to cause a chunk of Gaia to break away, but Gaia told Theia to put a sock in it and swallowed Theia. The satellite formed by the material torn away from her body during the cataclysmic collision pleased Gaia, who named her daughter Luna.

At first, Luna told her mother she’s dreaming when Gaia asked her to remain by her side. Luna briefly went walkabout before deciding it was six of one and a half-dozen of the other whether some domineering planet would try to pull the wool over her eyes and draw her into his rotation. In the end, Luna decided Gaia was pleasant enough company if a bit of a stickler for routine and allowed herself to remain in her mother’s orbit.

in the beginning

all was breathless, without sin

then first breath was drawn

171 words


Other Prompts Used



Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma:  G Passini...Italian artist   another  feature in my life brown paper love these bags worthy of a fine painting thank you passini    one mig...

The little treasures are the best.

Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor:           Eyes Of A Sailor (a 55)    My eyes grow rheumy swimming in milkblur but witnessing still light's cut, color's fill, shadow...

I enjoy both the images and the emotions this poem invokes.

Monday, August 1, 2022

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree:   source   “ My life is done ” plays in my head. I’ve waited ten long years to hear a leading that would pull me near.   The life force ...

It's in my nature to be a bit of a Negative Nelly, but I try to remind myself that if we don't keep trying, then all is truly lost. Poems like this one help me do that.