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30 Days of Photos - Day 3 - Soft


Caught in a breezeless pause
I stand erect, and quite soft

There's a noise that gets louder
And it's not that far off

Damn, it's the lawnmower passing by
And I'm scattered to the skies, aloft


Dritt on over to Ziva's blog to see how soft everyone else is today.
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Nicky said…
You know, there are pills you can take for that simultaneous erect/soft issue you're having... there's nothing to help you with the lawnmower shredding you problem, though.
3 September 2013 at 07:39
babs (beetle) said…
Pfffft.... gone, but not forgotten.
3 September 2013 at 08:38
nonamedufus said…
I'm a man of contrasts, I am. You know how difficult it is to manscape with a lawnmower?
3 September 2013 at 08:44
nonamedufus said…
Unfortunately I'll be back tomorrow with another pic, Babs.
3 September 2013 at 08:45
Nora Blithe said…
Just a head's up that I had trouble with the link from Ziva's site. Maybe it was just me though.



Did you write that poem?
3 September 2013 at 09:40
Cheryl P. said…
Such a great example of soft but those little seedlings are just so unwelcome.
3 September 2013 at 09:56
meleahrebeccah said…
Sweet shot! And funny poem, John!!!
3 September 2013 at 10:09
meleahrebeccah said…
BAhHAhHAhHAHAHh! Nicky!!
3 September 2013 at 10:09
Traci Shannon said…
Love this. Those are my favorite flowers.
:-)
Traci
3 September 2013 at 10:41
Ziva said…
Your link was all sad and broken over on my blog, but I fixed it for you. Do I get a cookie now, oh talented dufus poet?

Great take on the theme, softie.
3 September 2013 at 11:40
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
That first stanza made think this was going to be an ode to Viagra. But then it turned into a bittersweet poem about dandelions. I'm tearing up here a little.
3 September 2013 at 12:11
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
I use a teeny-tiny lawnmower.
3 September 2013 at 12:12
nonamedufus said…
I took that picture (It's not a cat!) and I wrote that poem. (Not about a cat!)
3 September 2013 at 12:37
nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah they blow everywhere and multiply like crazy.
3 September 2013 at 12:38
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Meleah. I think I may have graduated from #team lame to #team somewhat lame.
3 September 2013 at 12:38
nonamedufus said…
They're the only ones I know what to do with. Ride over them with the lawn tractor.
3 September 2013 at 12:39
nonamedufus said…
That's kinda odd. Thanks for the fix. Want some dandelion wine?
3 September 2013 at 12:40
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, you and Nicky must have been comparing notes this morning. The tearing up's probably just hay fever.
3 September 2013 at 12:41
nonamedufus said…
Not sure about next week, though. I need to take some pictures.
3 September 2013 at 12:41
nonamedufus said…
And I bet you do this in the john, dear.
3 September 2013 at 12:43
Ziva said…
Only if you'll have some with me.
3 September 2013 at 12:50
Lauren said…
I hate dandelions but love your shot. Your poem kind of makes me feel bad for them.
3 September 2013 at 13:28
ReformingGeek said…
Yeah, I almost felt sorry for it. Very clever. Achoo!
3 September 2013 at 13:34
nonamedufus said…
You're on. Now I have to figure out how to make it.
3 September 2013 at 15:43
nonamedufus said…
You might say that poem is my dandelion whine.
3 September 2013 at 15:44
nonamedufus said…
Thanks Ref. If I can make it, will you be partaking in our dandelion wine-tasting?
3 September 2013 at 15:45
Ziva said…
You try it first...
3 September 2013 at 15:50
nonamedufus said…
OK, when I work up the courage I'll let you know.
3 September 2013 at 16:07
Cheryl said…
What a beautiful piece of poetry.
3 September 2013 at 17:38
nonamedufus said…
Oh, I have many talents I don't talk about.
3 September 2013 at 17:54
Jackal said…
Fun piece - brought a smile to my face.
3 September 2013 at 18:35
nonamedufus said…
Then my work here is done. For today.
3 September 2013 at 18:43
mike said…
In some places, dandelions are a delicacy, just not in my yard.
3 September 2013 at 19:02
Katherine Murray said…
I am grinning ear to ear... love the picture and LOVED the poetry!
3 September 2013 at 21:52
Shawn Ohara said…
What a dandy poem.
3 September 2013 at 21:58
MalisaHargrove said…
It happens at our age, doesn't it, Dufus? Standing erect and quite soft. I'm sorry. Try some Viagra fertilizer.
3 September 2013 at 22:45
Cheryl said…
Don't be coy. This is one talent that should not be hidden under a bushel basket. (Dear gawd, it's only day 4 and my brain has already turned to mush.)
4 September 2013 at 07:20
nonamedufus said…
And in other places they have dandy lions.
4 September 2013 at 11:57
nonamedufus said…
I was inspired when I was cutting the lawn. Or close to expired. Can't remember which right now.
4 September 2013 at 11:58
nonamedufus said…
Ah-ha. I got it, Shawn. Clever comment.
4 September 2013 at 11:59
nonamedufus said…
I'm not going there.
4 September 2013 at 11:59
nonamedufus said…
What is a bushel anyway? I'd like to see that as a prompt.
4 September 2013 at 12:01
nonamedufus said…
They'll get you every time.
7 September 2013 at 11:28
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