The Hub, Toby and I returned to the scene of yesterday’s crime. The Hub told me it was important that Toby get back on the horse; I replied that only happened in circuses. When the Hub had finished scowling at me, he said that, actually, it wasn’t Toby’s confidence he wanted to restore so much as mine. When I got over how sweet and protective he was, I felt that I was overdue a box of Maltesers and re-enacted yesterday’s dog chase, with the Hub as Toby and me as the furious hound in pursuit.
He won’t make that mistake again.
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If this is Wednesday it must be Rallentanda’s prompt. This is the prompt:
I managed a senryu. The photo made me think of how children look through both ends of a kaleidoscope, and how perception is all relative.
Kaleidoscope Child
Colour is beauty
until you are taught to change
patterns: see ugly.
The Laughing Housewife 
Yes, we have to learn how to dislike things once someone points out our folly!
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I tried to comment on yours but the visual verification box was blank. I thought your poem had a lovely, warm tinge to it. Nice!
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Now of course because I’ve always had a love of science, when I looked at the other end…I was busy trying to figure out how such beauty could come from something so simple….like you said it’s all relative…thanks for the post.
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Perception/perspective…it gets a great deal of coverage in my classroom. I love your poem, and the anecdote you shared. You give me a chuckle. I hope the Hub appreciates you. Tell him that one of your adoring fans thinks that he should ADORE YOU! 😉
~Brenda
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LOL! You can come again!
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That’s how perceptions evolve – sad in a way.
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Ah perception and moral relativism…too intellectual pour moi!
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Sooo true, and too bad. Nice take on this!
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guess we should see what we are seeing, eh?
never could draw–I kept trying to make what I thought I was seeing.
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A simple twist of the wrist and the world changes. You give us a lot to think about in these few lines.
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profound truth here, we are conditioned to appreciate patterns and struggle with exceptions. Here’s to exceptions that cause us to think!
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