Ancient flower child
Recalls days of peace and love
When the world went wild
Day: Mar 6, 2021
Looking both ways
The beauty of joy and sorrow.
It is a very strange situation to be in, really. Over a week ago, I was given ‘days to weeks’ to live, with no one knowing upon which side of that particular marker the Reaper would come calling. It isn’t as if we have it scheduled in our diaries… or, if he has, he hasn’t let me know. On the one hand, this is good. I am not sitting here like Pratchett’s Windle Poons, watching the clock and waiting for a no-show. On the other hand, I am both vaguely surprised and inordinately grateful every morning when I open my eyes on a new day,
It means that having much still to do and probably too little time left, I am working like a steam strain… albeit one whose pressure is running sadly low… to complete the tasks I think that really need to, or would like to complete before…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Butter.
It’s time again for our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our hostess LindaGHill has given us the prompt:“butter.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Butterfly Tanka.
Butter, Butterfly 🦋
Drawn to light you swoop and fly 🦋
Please don’t make me cry.🦋
Use your magic Butterfly 🦋
Let me win before I die. 🦋
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