O Captain! My Captain by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
 The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
 The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
 While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
       But O heart! heart! heart!
          O the bleeding drops of red!
             Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
 Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills,
 For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding,
 For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
       Here, Captain! dear father!
          This arm beneath your head!
              It is some dream that one the deck
                 You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
 My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
 The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
 From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
       Exult, O shores! and sing, O bells!
          But I, with mournful tread,
             Walk the deck my Captain lies, 
                 Fallen cold and dead. 

PROMPT: Neighbor

Daily writing prompt
What makes a good neighbor?

Knows when to mind their business and when to call the cops.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
 His house is in the village though;
  He will not see me stopping here
 To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer
 To stop without a farmhouse near
   Between the woods and frozen lake
 The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake
 To ask if there is some mistake.
  The only other sound's the sweep
 Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
 But I have promises to keep,
  And miles to go before I sleep,
 And miles to go before I sleep. 

PROMPT: First Time

Daily writing prompt
What could you try for the first time?

Skydiving comes to mind. Particularly, because it seems like something that I’d like to do once, but then would have no pressing urge to repeat it, having had the experience. There are a lot of things in this world that I could try for the first time, but I’m getting old to be trying anything that might become an ongoing competing demand for my time and energy. For example, I’ve thought of doing scuba, but that seems like it would become a whole ordeal of maintaining certifications and feeling the need to keep doing it.

The Color Burden [Haiku]

branches hang strong
against the dense clusters
of yellow trumpets.

Tree Taiji [Haiku]

“turn left to go right”:
branches sweep around in arcs,
is the tree moving?

DAILY PHOTO: Chicago Chinatown

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Shyok Valley

PROMPT: Can’t Fail

Daily writing prompt
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

Anything for which one is guaranteed not to fail sounds boring and not worth doing. [Not to mention, fictitious.]

DAILY PHOTO: Sümeg Castle in Winter from a Distance