Monthly Archives: April 2017

Drupe – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku

Happy Friday! Spring is in the air and I have a hankering for some drupe cobbler…or maybe even some drupelet pie! Yum!

But, drupe doesn’t sound very appetizing, does it?! Well, in botany terms one might say drupe. Most of us though, mere lay people, prefer our cobblers to be made with peaches or cherries and our pies made with their cousins (another lay term) blackberries or raspberries.

Dud you know there are also a few other drupes that are not fruity. Avocados, olives and coconuts. Yep coconuts! They are considered a dry fibrous variety of drupe.

But don’t take my word for it. You can learn all about drupes if you are botanically inclined. Here’s a LINK to Wikipedia.

Officially, according to a drupe is any fruit, as a peach, cherry, plum, etc., consisting of an outer skin, a usually pulpy and succulent middle layer, and a hard and woody inner shell usually enclosing a single seed.

The origin of the term comes from Latin for drūpa, druppa “olive, overripe olive” and was a term used only by technical writers, e.g., Pliny the Elder (a.d. 23-79). The Latin noun, a direct borrowing from Greek drýppa, was adopted by Carl Linné (in Latin Carolus Linnaeus) 1707-78, the Swedish botanist and naturalist, in his own scientific writings, written in Latin. Drupe entered English as a technical botanical term in the 18th century.

Oh…one more interesting note. I also found an application called Drupe developed for Android phones that allows users to access all of their contacts from their address book and social media with one swipe. I’m not sure what that has to do with drupes of the plant variety, except that the common feature of those drupes is a single pit or seed…and Drupe the app connects one to their circle of friends with a single swipe. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but that’s all I got folks! 😊

I guess I owe you a Haiku. I apologize. It’s pretty lame. But then, what does one do with a drupe?! Have a great weekend!

juicy pitted fruits
include peaches and cherries
also known as drupes

I felt bad about that one…here’s another go…

Those who are fruity
in a loopy sort of way
might just be a drupe!

…I know, I know…still a bit of a drupe of a haiku…I believe Mercury shifts out of retrograde soon…thank goodness!

Okay…one more…

Soft red lips like drupes
honey and tobacco tinged
kisses, bittersweet.

The Resistance – NaPoWriMo 2017 #28

one hundred
days of vile
gaslit haze, of
us versus
them, insane power
plays; let us
never forget who
we are, not just
yet…the resistance is
legion, we’re on
to their treasonous
detours from
reason, the rape
of our resources,
drumbeats of
war by cowardly
twits who build
walls and slam
doors, with disdain
for the outcast the
sick and the
poor…oh let it be
known that we’re
on to their
schtick and
what these tyrants
contrive, just as others
before us, we’ll settle
the score; let justice
prevail, let the truth
be restored; it’s time
to get tough and
demand to be
enough is
enough is


NaPoWriMo 2017 #28 a Skeltonic Verse.

Cottony Sweet – NaPoWriMo 2017 #27 

Photo from Pixabay

a magical confection
sugar spun to perfection

wispy pastel clouds of sweet fluff
kids can’t get enough of this stuff

and who can blame them, I would agree
nothing tastes quite like cotton candy

that sticky first pinch you stuff in your mouth
tingles your tongue as it swiftly dissolves

then syrupy crystals transform into bits
of sweet crunchy morsels…how crazy is this?

oh, nothing can compare to this magical treat
cottony fluff on a rolled paper stick, sticky sweet!


NaPoWriMo 2017 #27 – a Con-verse (Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee/Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11…) for the challenge to write a poem that explores the sense of taste.

The History Assignment


“I found it.” Pam whispered.

“What are you whispering for? It’s not like you’re going to wake the dead!” Mark guffawed as he handed her the etching paper and pencil.

“Shhhh. Just give me the paper. I hate graveyards; damn history class!” Pam’s hands shook as she created an etching of the famous headstone.

“Do you believe the legend that says if you rub the headstone the old man will show up?” Mark sneered.

“No! God! Stop it Mark!”

Suddenly the temperature plummeted. Pam whipped around to scold Mark for his incessant laughter, but he was gone.

(97 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Liz Young. 

an uncivil civilization – NaPoWriMo 2017 #26

an uncivil civilization

are ultimately undone
that are not civil


NaPoWriMo 2017 #26 – the challenge today was to explore what future archeologists or aliens might think of us. I had started to write an epic historic poem based on what I imagine might happen if we don’t come to our senses…but I decided less is more. So I wrote a simple Haiku based on a digital collage I pieced together using snippets of several photos from Pixabay. I do hope this turns out to be a cautionary tale. Peace. ☮️

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