You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
Once upon a time in an ordinarily boring way a stodgy tribal chief made a platter out of clay He measured inch by inch the details are a blur He awakened the next afternoon His speech a weak, low slur The pastor in the town came giving out good vibes His beatitudes were sincere He knew the chief imbibes They sat quiet in a chair to ponder the last day and realized with a start there was a new ceramic tray. The tray was full of food there was fruit and a lot of meat They lunched and said with grace That each bite’s a yummy treat.
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill And what is that upon us when waking in the mist A newer happy ending without a negative twist
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “twin/tween.” Use, “twin” or “tween” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
My sister and I look alike I guess. She is almost three years older than I am. She was almost a twin to my mother when comparing their photos from when my mother was young. Once, when I was in my early twenties, I had stopped by her condo and gone to get a drink. There was a picture on the refrigerator and I wondered why there was a picture of me and John, her husband at the time, on the refrigerator. Yes, you guessed it, it was her and John, but I swear I thought it was me! As we have aged I tend to look like a “twin” of how she looked at that age. One thing is true though, we sound very much alike on the phone. We are however not alike in any other ways that I can think of.
Now there’s my daughter. We have been told we look like sisters and I wouldn’t say twins there either. Some of my older pictures when put next to hers look like we could have been twins. Funny thing is we sound alike, laugh alike, and have many of the same mannerisms, even now that we haven’t lived in the same house for at least three years.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
We were out on a date It was there on my plate a creepy crawler maybe smaller I tried not to scream Was this part of a dream? No chance in that Food ended up on the mat What did they say when they took it away? “Do you want more?” But I ran for the door.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
In the early, morning, I like to see the birds singing songs and flying free The sun is up and shining bright, bringing in the morning light I wake and dress to start my day knowing that I’ve got a real long list But then I remember it’s cleaning day and suddenly I am pissed I wish my house would clean itself, it’d be so nice if it helped out But no it just sits real still and sends dust bunnies flying about
It’s funny how when you try to come up with words in your head there seem to be none and then when you allow yourself to use google you find that there are ton words you can use (and you know so many of them!).
cellulite: I have some mobility issues which leads to weight gain and more mobility issues. I really wish they could come up with a secret cream that really worked! Whenever I look better I feel better I have more energy and want to keep busy and active.
cellphone: When my daughter was here last week we got new cellphones. David is happy with his cellphone so he didn’t trade his in.
cellblock: My little brother was in prison so when so when I think cellblock I think of him.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bowl.” Use it as a noun or a verb—use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
There are so many different kinds of bowls in the world that thinking of that word brings in this flood of visions. Like soup bowls, the pasta bowl my dad always liked to have his pasta in on Sunday nights, the popcorn bowl (that I still have but don’t really use for popcorn). Then my mind goes to Cannabis and how so many people make bowls at the pottery studio. Funny thing is, I was reading other posts and “bowling” was a topic. The word bowl and bowling in my head are so extremely different. Maybe it is because of the noun/verb thing. Anyhow, I have made many bowls in the pottery studio and I will probably be putting them on my Etsy store for the upcoming holidays. https://www.etsy.com/shop/StineMiniatures
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “back of the fridge.” Write the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “back of the fridge.” Enjoy!
The Back of the Fridge
The back of the fridge is the scariest place there’s so much to see, but there’s so little space Things move and mingle when they shouldn’t survive Little things begin while the big growings thrive Theres all different colors as everyone knows ’cause the back of the fridge is where everything grows.
You know it is strange because Stream of Consciousness seems like it should be a thought or a story but my mind automatically goes to a rhyming poem. The story of my life somehow? I don’t know what to make of it!😅
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!
Hurricane Ian left a mess here in Florida but I am so very thankful we were not hit full on. This short poem is dedicated to all of the people affected by Ian.
There’s a mess on the lawn and a mess on the car the damage is seen very near and real far For there is no big “broomer” to clean up this mess I’m dreading the work I must really confess But it has to be done and be done ’til its gone ‘Cause I really must see my green grassy lawn.