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,
What is
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.
Aug 28, 2018 @ 05:51:34
A dream of reality 💜
Aug 28, 2018 @ 06:41:54
Who really knows 💜💜
Aug 28, 2018 @ 06:46:58
Lovely, Willow! I love the images that come to mind with the question as the sands shift, really beautiful. Jordy💗
Aug 28, 2018 @ 08:10:11
Thank you Jordy 💜🌹
Aug 28, 2018 @ 11:30:37
Or nightmare?
Aug 28, 2018 @ 20:19:36
That’s the one nightmare
Aug 29, 2018 @ 05:48:57
I know.
Aug 29, 2018 @ 06:17:46
😉
Aug 28, 2018 @ 18:37:22
I like that photo, Willow. Nice blend of decay and growth. (I like the poem, too, but as you know, I’m more into photography at the moment.)
Aug 28, 2018 @ 20:20:40
Thank you cm, I called photo out of death life 💜
Aug 28, 2018 @ 21:25:27
Ha. I have a photo with a very similar title, but mine is a photo of a tree growing behind a grave in the cemetery.
Aug 29, 2018 @ 10:30:03
Excellent, mine was actually new life growing out of a dead stump, sadly it did not survive 💜
Aug 29, 2018 @ 19:04:18
I love this Willow! I guess it is what we think it is
Aug 29, 2018 @ 19:16:07
Yes indeed Lyn’s💜💜