Flowers on the Wall – a SOCS poem

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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).

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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

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Today’s Quote

So, when exactly does this amazing change happen?

Soul Gatherings


Life has got to be lived — that’s all there is to it.

At seventy, I would say the advantage is

that you take life more calmly.

You know that, “This, too, shall pass.”

~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~


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In a Vase By Accident

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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.

Blue delphinium, accidental cut flower, near pink African violets

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!

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On Silent Wings… #Poetry

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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…


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…

What the ****?
Didn’t they have fun?

A Few Quotations on First Drafts

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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.”

                                                               Mark Twain



“You might not write well every day,

   but you can always edit a bad page.

   You can’t edit a blank page.”

                                                                 Jodi Picoult



“Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything really good.”

                                                                      William Faulkner.


“If you want to be a writer, then write, every day, and do not revise. Simply create the first draft.”

                                                                        Charles F. French


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Today’s Quote

Soul Gatherings


Old age, especially an honored old age,

has so great authority, that this is of more value

than all the pleasures of youth.

~ Cicero ~


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Friday Flowers… #Busy, busy

Image by Chesna from Pixabay 

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… #Poetry

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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…


Today’s Quote

Soul Gatherings


Flowers grow out of dark moments.

~ Corita Kent ~


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