prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.”
With the world under COVID watch, there are a lot of decisions that people are having to make, that otherwise would seem so simple.
Should I go shopping? I could or I could opt for home delivery or even curbside pickup Should I visit family? I could or I could opt for Facetime or Skype Should I travel? I could or I could opt to put my funds aside, maybe watch them grow, and plan for when it is safe. Should I go to work? Hell no, not if the boss says, “Stay Home”!
Please use the above haiku to inspire your own syllabic poetry. There’s a lot to unpack in these words. What will your interpretation be? Go where the words take you.
Ode to Sue’s Haiku
A blanketed veil of moisture obscures the Orb of Night At a distance morn’s bleached hues detectable at a distant perspective Scorching star lifts up sans cognizance A regenerated diurnal course ensues.
Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. He didn’t want his mug showing up all over the news stations. If his parents found out he was one of the protestors they would never let him live it down. They were not the type to engage in such foolery. But Dominic knew, deep down, that fighting, for what you believe is right, is not foolery; foolery is looking the other way at something that is wrong. This was going to be a night like no other. Dominic planned on watching the looters, finding out their tricks and finding out where they kept all the merchandise they stole. He wanted to help bring these people down but watching and waiting seemed so passive. He strolled through the crowded streets just watching and waiting for it all to begin.
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I haven’t taken a step outdoors in months. What if the virus is just floating in the air around my home? The plants are growing in my walkway, a walkway that hasn’t been used. The sun is shining, I should be outdoors. Is it safer in the sun or in the shade? Does sun kill the virus or does the lower temperatures? Is it here on the railing, where the postman placed his hand as he delivered my letters yesterday? Although I stand here, door open, sun shining, I cannot get myself to step onto the stoop. I’m too scared. (100 words)