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.
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.
Getting up this morning I decided it was time to get those joggers out, it isn’t any crime It really is the time to suit up then just go, There is no way to win if I’m lacking to show the best side of myself on a bleary, wet day the sun only a garnishment missing its way through the darkened clouds, floating passive and slow Letting the sun shine through will not be a go Donning my outfit I lace up my track shoes forgetting vitamin g is the worst of my blues.
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 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.