This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding, Twittering Tales.
“All I said was let them out for a run” Satan mumbled. Michael was having none of it.Gabriel had been sent for time out by the big man. Azriel sat in the corner happily.
The heavenly herd had rampaged the earth leaving destruction in their wake. Satan just couldn’t see the problem
Prompt photo by Conquero at Pixabay.com
It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.
Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.
Today’s Poem is an SoC (a stream of Consciousness poem)
Life, is it
Really as it
Appears to be or
Is it like a thousand
Grains of sand upon a beach
Washed and moved by the living tide
Lit by the sun, the moon and the stars
What is life, is it real or is it dream.