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.
The mayor thought her precious with a deadpan-looking face Flowers lined her golden hair, each blossom in its place The ring upon her small white hand glowed in the murky light The evergreen outside the door stood ready for a fight The knock came unexpectedly like winners in a race An election of her boyish love etched on her pretty face Coming in from the cold outside he smiled and bowed his head For all he really wanted was some food and a warm bed She knew this was her love for good, love for eternal life Little did he know right then she vowed to be his wife Waking in the morning feeling fresh and rested well The lad stood tall and stretched himself, his body feeling swell He laid his eyes upon the girl and fell most instantly and that is how the happy couple really came to be.
Atop our belvedere, I can view the lake below home to many ducks blowing bubbles as they go Behind my chair I hide the scene glued from long ago A swatch of ugly wallpaper I never want to show Each time I see the wall I catapult through space wondering who the audience was who thought it was the case that walls belonged to them, with horrid pictures of trees and flowers, birds and nests, and all of the above. So now I sit and ponder what life would be without this ugly wall behind me, I get so mad I want to shout! I want to make it pretty with some other sort of stain And perhaps a silky painting in a circular-type frame I just want to enjoy a touchdownright and relaxed and dream about tomorrow as I rest here on my ass. I think I’m going to make a new tradition with the ducks Just let me take your eggs and I’ll leave them other stuff like bread and fruit from home or tiny little seeds Anything they want and really anything they need.
I remember the day that I made my pledge with a smile on my face, all my words had an edge No major life changes, abundant success No longer a kid, I greedily confess For they have a slight trace of disturbed verity A high on their horse most boisterously But for me in my world a forest full of delight only minor complications, no hate and no spite My oration half over, like caramel in milk Sinking and swirling cream covered silk A sweet wintergreen with a flat outer shell All things I think of, but I never tell Instead I say things that sound masterly My confidence rippled like a stone thrown to sea.
I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost an eponymouspattern for which you see, but really at what cost? I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit. The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me. So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun? Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.
I dreamt of a world in a land far away A rainbow spanned the sky, which impacted my day A little bitty bird with pink little feet toiled with the soil looking for a worm to eat The scent on the air was filled with jasmine and some spice A current little something, boiled apples would be nice My mind sent my thoughts awhirl coming from nowhere A platitude of messages, but I really didn’t care I was happy with the world, brightness beaming in my eyes Nothing could be better than those cloud covered skies. I awoke with a start finding myself all alone Wishing I was back there now in that quiet zone.
Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “zip, zero, zilch.”
At first I am thinking I have zero motivation to put stuff away, now that the kitchen is near completion, but I am quite motivated. Then I’m thinking I have zero energy, also not true. The truth is, I would rather be here, blogging, and then crafting, I am now doing some pottery at home. I brought some clay home to do some hand-building. I am having a ball doing little figures. My last one, a frog holding a drop of water, came out really good!
What I need now is time to rest a time to think be at my best There is no doubt I’m beat way down Wondering how to lose my frown I think that now I’d get some sleep Close my eyes Count some sheep To reignite my spark within And become myself once again.