Pic and a Word Challenge #184 & Day 28: Meta dis connect

A whole lot of flowers again and a meta poem spurred by the prompt video in which some people were discussing poetry.

I felt a dis-connect, so this post is also for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge on just this subject. Rather fortunate, hm?

Challenge 28: “Today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem (poem about poetry) of your own.”

Dis connect

 I was supposed to watch 18 minutes
 of four poets  
 talking Emily
 
and then write my own
 meta poem.  
 A poem on a poem.

 Meta is my mother’s name.
 I learned Meta  
 at the source.

 For me reading poetry is intimate.
 A recognition of another’s truth
 that binds.  

 I am on my laptop as it is,
 and he is on his.
 His father is watching TV and cooking.

 My earplugs are killing  
 the last thread of connection
 that remains.

 It is like at home now
 that he bought  
 the headset for his game.  

 To connect with poems and poets
 is to disconnect with everything  
 and everybody else.  

 I lasted till minute 9.

 Was this a test? 

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To complete my three-day blossom festival in photos, here is the Roman garden of the man who must be connecting with something to have such pretty blooms – even though some of it is climate’s doing as well, I’m sure.

The first part of the gallery is from a month ago, the next four photos are from last weekend and the last six from this weekend.

And in some two weeks we are off to Slovenia to experience spring – and my birthday – there for the first time in the six years since I’m here.

I know the orange one is Clivia, for the rest – be my guest.

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  Brick is pinky-orange, rather like my blog.

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  Lest we forget: this is the garden of Barbie.

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  One of the three lemon varieties represented.

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  A big yellow bush.

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  Not one…

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  …but two Clivias.

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  The view of the neighbours’ Cyclamen. They were naughty.

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  A red bundle.

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  A pink bunch.

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  From the top.

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  One week ago the Clivias were still blooming, now the blooms are gone.

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  Order.

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  Probably the thing I love the most in this garden.

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  You don’t count, bestia, you’re just visiting.

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  “All right then.” Perfect All Star weather.

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  Now: red explosion.

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  Red and yellow.

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  And pink.

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  And white.

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  And purple. These look so fluffy! I love it how the sun bleaches my photos. Bad for the photo, good for me.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #184: Dis connect

and for Day 28 of NaPoWriMo