Welcome to Stream of Consciousness Saturday where Linda has given up the prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wallpaper.” Use it however you’d like. Have fun!
So I set my timer for 10 minutes and off we go (yes I did spend just a couple more minutes correcting typos).
Flowers on the Wall
Counting flowers on the wallpaper
waiting for the day to pass
waiting for the moon to rise
and sleep to come at last
When I can slip away to dream world
beyond the darkened sky
as we run in misty meadows
and just watch the clouds roll by
Too soon I come back to this world
to my dark and lonely room
to this void of empty sorrow
as I shed a tear for you
Til next time ~Hang in there baby, October’s coming ~JP
Pretty much the only way a flower ends up in a vase at my place is if it’s cut or broken by accident. I’d rather see them in their outside spots than in the house.
This delphinium, for example. We had a nice summer rain shortly after they started blooming. Rain here is almost always followed by brisk westerly winds as the low pressure system exits to the east. That was too much for the rain-soaked flower spike. The next day it was bent down at an acute angle that means only one thing–broken. So I brought it inside.
I must admit, this allowed for a close-up view of the gorgeous translucent blue flowers.
I will be mostly absent from the blogosphere for the next week or so, due to summertime fun. Wishing good weather (cool or warm but not extreme) to all, along with happy reading and/or writing!
On silent wings they pass by The ancient Gods of old The scar runs deep That shut their hearts To the prayers of man Harpies perch On black wings A sound of broken glass Echoes behind Do not call our names You need new heroes New Gods, we are no more… ©AnitaDawes2022
Anita’s poem today coincides with two incidents that happened yesterday…
A very large wood pigeon decided to fly at our window at full speed. The noise when he hit the glass was deafening; I thought someone had kicked a football at us! After recovering, the bird flew away, so no harm was done.
Later, we went outside to find that the local family of thrushes had been busy digging in my bonsai pots, scattering soil all over the yard! Luckily, no harm to the trees, but I wish they wouldn’t do it…
Here are a few quotations about creating first drafts to inspire all of us to keep writing:
“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.”
“You might not write well every day,
but you can always edit a bad page.
You can’t edit a blank page.”
“Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything really good.”
“If you want to be a writer, then write, every day, and do not revise. Simply create the first draft.”
Charles F. French
Today, I am doing a white rabbit impersonation, and already too busy. Just like this crazy flower…
It’s Friday, which means a family visitation, weekly shopping delivery, the final chapter to finish, and the need to find out why one of my lesser characters seems to have disappeared into the mist…
I wanted to make some promo posters for Ghost of a Chance too, but that title says it all today…
Of course, I won’t manage all of this, but I’m gonna give it my best shot!
Serving time, counting pennies Under the thumb, head bowed Ridden hard by the masters Valleys run deep with pain Every man, woman and child has the mark In their hearts they are free Love is more than they can hope for Love is the hidden desire waiting All wait to be kissed by those lips Nights would be less lonely Changes blossom in the strangest of places Every man shall have his day… ©AnitaDawes2022