Ship in Bottle -- a Sunday Muse Write

   Ship 

I'm a ship in a bottle 

Adrift in the seas of life 

Bobbing where the current takes 

Hoping it takes me to you 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

Last night after it happened 

Sad but happy I'd become 

You can ask me why it was 

My answer is, "I don't  know" 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

Bobbing along I've no note 

Notes in their bottles are liked 

Write their answers toss them back 

Just me and my ship we float 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

When and if seas become rough 

Perhaps I'll land on your shore 

If you find me pick me up 

Ship bottle and me arrived 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

And if I'm on another 

Another shore where you aren't 

It'll be where you can find 

We will be together fine 

My rope's been cut loose 

I'm no longer tied 

[Me at St. Johns Island -- 

 turn your sound up]

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked Carrie at the Sunday Muse #210, at 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-210.html?m=1 

where she showed four sea oriented pictures to help our inspiration.  I think tha I used three, possibly the fourth.

.. - annel step on the Yaer Air band

Curious -- The Singing Fellow

   Staying Curious No More

Little man, why do you sing like you do?  

Is it because I wind you up before

You shake your head, no, no, that isn't it 

Then tell me please, why do you croon like that 

Is there real blood running to your voice box? 

Course not you crazy fool, that isn't it 

As I sit and listen, your happy tune 

Perhaps it's solar makes you go, sunshine 

Guess again, I think you may never know 

Then I give up, won't you tell me please 

You turned the switch, three AA cells, that's it 

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - "Singing Fellow" photo by himself first published in 2021 here, 

https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2021/06/weekly-scribblings-man.html?m=0

 - And with his buddies, a singing Elephant and a Golfing Fellow in 2014, here, 

http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_19.html?m=0 

  - I'm linked with Rommy for prompt idea, "Curiosity" at 

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/05/friday-writings-26-curiouser-and.html?m=1 

 - This this week Rommy invited us to share poetry or prose inspired by the phrase, "stay curious”

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The Rabbit -- Little Rabbits Just Wanna Have Fun

 

   Little City Rabbits 

Little city rabbits are protected 

Seldom it is they get killed and eaten 

Zoning laws and deed restrictions protect 

Country rabbits on the other hand, they 

They are fair game for whoever can shoot 

Rabbit stew makes for any chef's delight 

I have no good  recipe for that stew, 

don't eat rabbit stew, don't like rabbit stew,

what's more I've never tasted rabbit stew.

Here in town just hawks and alligators 

Those two predators of little rabbits 

They keep the rabbit population down 

[Our front lawn taken standing on the sidewalk leading to the street] 

NOTE:  I have never hunted animals in all my life and I have never tasted rabbit meat.  I did go with my dad once and I have his rifle now.  I have never shot that rifle, a 22 gage.  

My mom would not dress or cook the rabbits that my dad killed.  So he took them to his mother, my grandmother, where she would skin and dress and then cook them. He ate them at Grandmother's house as well.  

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Minsky at dVerse, 

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/10/bon-appetit-food-poetry/ 

where she has asked us to write of "food".

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The Walk -- A Piece of Prose for dVerse

Walking Slowly

    Walking slowly along the ledge, a feeling of despair was heavily upon him. She had gone, he knew not where. Just that she was gone. Summer was coming early this year, not much left of spring.

    “'For how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May would come' * and go again, much like the last. I'm not a loner, got to have some company along life's way. Everything is a blur unless I have company. And some help, help explaining what I'm seeing.”

    Out of seemingly nowhere a figure comes his way. “She's carrying a big sign, it says 'COMPANY WANTED, I am alone.' 

    My prayers might be answered, Ma'am, may I be the one you were looking for?”

    “My name is Leslie, what is yours?”

    “I go by Eddy.”

    “That will do.” 

NOTE:  * per prompt, exact wording.  See below.

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Photo and Writing, except for blurb in italics, Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights reserved.

- The Words in Italics, 

“For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May” –From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale, at https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/09/prosery-sara-teasdale-and-may/ were furnished by  by merrildsmith in Prosery at the dVerse writing blog as a prompt for our writing in Prose. Word limit by her instructions is limited to 144, I have exactly 144 words.  

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