Thursday, April 21, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Crapshoot





Crapshoot

The gust front swaggers in,
bankrolled like a Texas oilman,
inviting spring to the big crapshoot.
They smile at each other but neither 
speaks the other’s language. 

Someone's bound to lose.

Just like that 
the tree’s pulled from 
the ground,
a long-stemmed 
flower
laid 
on the roof.

The dice are loaded, 
and spring's rolled snake-eyes.


April 2011




Posted for Friday Flash 55 at the G-man's



Image: Bridge Creek Oklahoma F5 tornado, May 3, 1999
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18 comments:

  1. Never rolled dice--but I'm guessing 'snake eyes' is NOT a good throw? But I'm still betting on SPRING to win out. Well-thought "55"...Thanks!
    PEACE!

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  2. That Mother Nature is a Strange Mistress!
    Tornado's are freaky yet fascinating.
    Loved your Vortex 55 Hedgewitch.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Easter!

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  3. Spring always wins in South Florida...good well-thought "55". Entertaining.

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  4. ugh....my wife just stomped me in a dice game so it feels like you are rubbing it in...smiles. spring has been a little schizo it seems...never know what you will get...and we have had far more tornado watches than ever...

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  5. It's a terrifying time of year in a lot of ways. You captured that brilliantly, hedgewitch. It's already begun with a vengeance, hasn't it?

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  6. It's a crapshoot here, too. I mistakenly put my sweaters away after a couple weeks of 70degree weather only to pull them out again. Great 55!

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  7. Funny, under winter drifts all dreams of spring are halcyon, but when it rolls in we hunker down. Our respective turfs -- Florida and Oklahoma, right? -- are tornado alleys. I live in swath of north-central FL which is notorious for luring them in. The trees on the street I live on were halved in number by a spring tornado system, a few years before we moved here. Le sacre du printemps indeedy, but I wonder if the commotion's coming from out there or in you. Doesn't matter, i guess, though I don't think I'd like to be on the receiving end of a Hedgewitchean hissyfit ... Brendan

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  8. Does seem to have arrived a bit early this year...change the damn dice.

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  9. Wow, Hedge, amazing poem! It's hard to believe that this is only 55 words as you manage to pack a solid image into each stanza. Nature is one fierce muthah. The gambling metaphor is right on.

    Just like that
    the tree’s pulled from
    the ground,
    a long-stemmed
    flower
    laid
    on the roof.

    Love that. Well-played (another bad pun)!

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  10. Grab your coffee, and I'll meet you in the front yard, Hedge!

    Oh, wait; you're not a native, are you?

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  11. The image of the tree being pulled up like a flower is quite stunning. Good one, Hedgewitch.

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  12. That is an ominous cloud. Love the tornado as gunslinger analogy.

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  13. Oooooooohhhhh ... I can 'feel' this.

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  14. In my youth in Georgia, we had a few tornadoes. I always got scared when the sky became ominous. In the San Francisco area, it's a rarity to hear thunder or to see bolts of lightning. Of course, out here, the ground rumbles!!

    My Friday Flash 55 is at:

    http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-flash-55-down-rabbit-hole-april.html#links

    Happy Easter - have a great weekend.

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  15. Love those snake eyes! My cousin just requested that I write a tornado poem, but I've never lived in tornado country. I'll send her your way.

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  16. Mother nature has her own way with words

    Nice 55
    Hang on tight

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  17. I like the metaphor. Great tornado poem.

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