SUNDOWN SENSATION SERIES PRESENTS – SIPS OF WINE FROM THE GRAPEVINE
MOON DAY (MOONDAY) LUNAR LAMMAS AUGUST 19, 2024
A PUBLICATION OF PATTY’S WORLDS PUBLISHING (WHERE BLOGGING IS PUBLISHING TOO)
MOON PHASE FULL.
Good evening, everyone. It’s Sundown in Patty’s Worlds and guess what that means?
Yep!
You got it!
It’s time for another Sundown Sensation Series post. This one is super cool because it’s also a “Sips of Wine from the Grapevine post.”
Cool huh?
Let’s start by taking a walk during Sundown.
The Buzz of Summer Winding Down – 44 Words
By Patty L. Fletcher
Inspired by Sponsoring Member Robbie Cheadle
Blue and I bounced out the door.
Another late-night walk,
The breeze is alive with scent and sound.
Jar flies,
BUZZZZZ!
All Around.
I don’t know their true name.
Cicadas, Locusts,
different, same.
It’s the sound of summer winding down.
YAY!
Fall!
Coming,
round.
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Join Kaila in Creative Journey Wednesdays at 2 PM eastern. For Call-in information, please send your request to receive the schedule, your name and email address to: community@acb.org Next up, in the Poetry Place, we’ve author and poet Leonard Tuchyner with two poems which capture the end of summer in vivid clarity. Here’s Leonard with more. Cicada Internment Any day now cicadas will emerge. This year there is a convergence of arrival. Two species will rise together, after being underground for many years, where they live a humble life sipping sap and dreaming of the time they rise and do the funky thing up in the trees, where they sing their siren songs. But alas, their trees have been demolished and their turf covered with concrete and tarmac. They will never see the light of day. Their songs will be only a whisper in the wind, or simply an imaginary death dirge, which used to be sounds of passion ascending. Is this the demise of simple insects, or an existential warning of the passing of man? —— Pageant Time Daffodils have finished their lawn party. Golden apparels are put away. Long elegant leaves engaged in photosynthesis, forsythias have exchanged gold for green. Forthwith, we await azalea bloom. Each azalea follows her own muse, her personal colors, and her own time, to reveal her dazzling flowers and hues. First to bloom, orange and reds already dancing in their cozy nook on the north verge of our house. A white, west of the oak, has gloried. Others of purple hues ready to burst, around that beautiful old oak tree. Along the road, whites, purples, and pinks are just beginning to show their colors, while burgundy, ivory and red remain plain. Throughout the yard, myriad scattered bushes play peekaboo, as they suddenly sparkle, around our borders and hidden places. They surprise me almost every day. Thanks for reading my work. Please visit me on my website at: https://www.dldbooks.com/tuchyner/ Leonard, that was delightful! I wasn’t always a fan of summer, but somehow this year has been pretty good. Thanks for sharing your yard with us. Next up Robbie Cheadle is here with a post sure to get your poetic muse flowing. Robbie’s Inspiration – Tanka Tuesday and W3j No.120 #poetry August Winds (gogyohka) Aging brings constant pain Old Man Winter lies abed Irritable and disgruntled Complaining long and loud Continue reading Robbie’s poetry and join in the fun at: https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/2024/08/18/robbies-inspiration-tanka-tuesday-and-w3j-no-120-poetry/ FAVORITE LINKS OF THE WEEK… Sponsoring Member author and poet Abbie Johnson Taylor kicks the favorite link of the week section off this week with ‘Counting My Chickens #SixSentenceStoryThursdayLinkUp #WritingPrompts #Inspiration’ Next from Sponsoring Member Robbie Cheadle. Unfortunately, I missed posting this before the live event referenced, but there are lots of other ways to enjoy this post. Roberta Writes – Song parody for d’Verse Open Link Night #d’Verse #elephants #poetry #art And: “Sunday Stills” https://writingtoberead.com/2024/08/15/sunday-stills-color-me-yellow-photography-poetry-nature/ We continue in nature with author and poet Marlene Mesot. Colorful States of Nature (Pantoum) By Marlene Mesot 05/23/2024 Purple mountains shroud in mystery. Amber earth ages, no symmetry. Clear blue water babbles aimlessly. Timbers tall stand sober, silently. Amber earth ages, no symmetry. Greenery grows lush, sweet constantly. Timbers tall stand sober, silently. Dry red clay yields nothing stubbornly. Greenery grows lush, sweet constantly. Orange-yellow clay smooth soothingly. Dry red clay yields nothing stubbornly. Cold gray stones stand silent stalwartly. Orange-yellow clay smooth soothingly. Clear blue water babbles aimlessly. Cold gray stones stand silent stalwartly. Purple mountains shroud in mystery. Visit Marlene at her website: https://www.marlsmenagerie.com/ I’ll end this evening with a poem I wrote and posted some time back. Since this writing, I’ve begun having episodes of vertigo. They come on with no real warning and leave me leaning this way and that and this causes me to fall. I’ve begun using a quad cane. His name is Clumpy. I named him this because his feet clump when they touch the floor. Blue and I are learning a new way to be together, so walks such as the one described here are precious. Nocturnal Poetic Ramblings of a Manic Muse Dreams – Reality A poem of Some Sort By Patty L. Fletcher Moon Phase Waning Crescent I first thought I’d leave the backstory on this poem for after. But when reading, I changed my mind. When I sat down to write, I was replaying a dream I’d had during the night, which is the reason for my nocturnal ranting. I know dreaming Blue as lost and I couldn’t find him is a direct manifestation of worries I have of not doing enough for my boy. Doing things incorrectly or something ridiculous. Last evening, during blue’s bedtime relieving routine, I decided to add on some obedience training. I’m trying to get Blue used to heeling in tight places. Sometimes when going through a narrow place, occasionally, I must heel him through, or follow straight behind to clear a doorway facing or some other similar thing and I hit my right side. Blue is a big dog. He has shown his displeasure at narrow tight places without doubt or fail. People don’t understand what they’re seeing if I correct when I bump up against something, and though I try not to deliver a correction which is too heavy for the situation there have been times when I’ve overheard grumblings from observers. I can only think of once when I might have been slightly heavy handed with a correction. It was not too much though. I continue to say, “If Blue won’t mind me here where there is a commodity of safety, he won’t mind when I’m crossing a busy intersection or walking in a crowd. I prefer to walk and work Blue in the morning, rather than the evening for this reason. I begin with last night’s feelings when listening to this older and very grumpy yappy dog owner grumble about how “that girl’s mean to that dog.” That led me to thoughts of a text I received from my father in which he alluded to a Memorial Day gathering then disappeared immediately from the conversation when I asked bluntly about it. As I wrote, I began to deplete my upset and look forward to a happy place ahead. Keep reading for more. No one knows my rage. Words on a page. Fears, I’m walking, relieving, We walk, For me it’s best in the early morn. Fog, Love the early morning hours. When Blue awakes, Chief Seeing Eye® Dog gets to set the pace. In his harness, he’s on the case. No problem too big to face. Trucks, One day they’ll be old, and blind. Like me, themselves they might find. My wish, Not someone like themselves, in me to find. Teeth, I grind. I’ve made my case. Spat in their face. I’ll be going strong. Long after they’re done singing their shitty song. Push their gathering in my face. That’s OK. I like my place. I’m happy being free to be me. Come in and visit with me. Thursdays at 1 PM eastern, join the fun. What? Where? In the ACB – American Council Of The Blind. No better Folkes you’ll find. Safe, Respectful, Welcoming, and kind. See ya! Visit: https://ACB.org for more. Thanks for visiting with me and all the sponsoring members of Patty’s Worlds. Please do come again often. If you enjoyed this post, please share. May Harmony find You and Blessid may You Be. About Patty L. Fletcher Updated April 2024. Patty Fletcher is a single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom she is enormously proud. She has a great son-in-law and six beautiful grandchildren. From April 2011 through September 2020, she owned and handled a black Labrador from The Seeing Eye® named King Campbell Lee Fletcher A.K.A. Bubba. Sadly, after a long battle with illness on September 24, 2020, King Campbell went to the Rainbow Bridge where all is peace and love. In July 2021, she returned to The Seeing Eye® and was paired with a Black Labrador Golden Retriever cross named Blue. PATTY’S BLINDNESS… Patty was born one and a half months premature. Her blindness was caused by her being given too much oxygen in the incubator. She was partially sighted until 1991, at which time she lost her sight due to an infection after cataract surgery and high eye pressure. She used a cane for 31 years before making the change to a guide dog. WHERE SHE LIVES AND WORKS… Currently, Patty lives and works in Kingsport, Tenn. Patty is quite involved with The American Council of the Blind – ACB and its community. She’s a member of Guide Dog Users Incorporated where she serves on the GDUI Election Candidacy Task Force, and the membership Committee. She works with the Audio Description Project by serving on the ADP Performing Arts Committee. She has also recently joined Blind Information Technology Specialists (BITS). Another special affiliate of ACB. Though she’s not yet found her place there, she is learning things from their informational content. She’s the creator and owner of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger, Business Assist), The Writer’s Grapevine Online Magazine and the creator and host of the Talk to Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing Podcast, which have recently been reconstructed and can all be found in Patty’s Worlds. WRITING GOAL… Patty writes with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disabled from the non-disabled. Patty is also a published author. Learn more at the links below. All full length published works… https://www.amazon.com/stores/Patty-L.-Fletcher/author/B00Q9I7RWG? https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PattyFletcher Anthologies… Midnight Roost: https://books2read.com/MidnightRoost Visions: https://books2read.com/VisionsAnthology Poetry Treasures 3: Passions: https://books2read.com/VisionsAnthology Strange Weather Anthology https://www.marlsmenagerie.com/ Blog… Facebook… Instagram… LinkedIn… https://www.linkedin.com/feed/ Goodreads… https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8431191.Patricia_L_Fletcher |
Abbie Johnson Taylor
August 20, 2024Thank you, Patty, for sharing my post here. Thank you all for reading.
Patty Fletcher
August 21, 2024Hi Abbie. You’re welcome and thanks for visiting the blog to comment. It’s wonderful when people do this. The other day, I received a comment on a post I’d shared on another’s blog from a year ago. You just never know who is reading.