Its Saturday again and time for LindaGHill to give us our prompt for SoCs.
Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last photo you took.” Take the last photo you snapped. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you look at it? That word is your prompt. Enjoy!
Gently, evening falls Languid after a mixed day Over head sleepy bird calls Repair to nest and bush I delight in skies of pink faye. Over the hedge golden eyes Userp the leaves of green like Spirits watching us through the night.
Linda,our host said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “color/colour.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or pick a color and write about it–use it any way you like. Have fun!”
Colour surrounds us, golden sunlight, silver moonlight, green fields and blue skies and seas. Nature is full of colour. Colour makes our lives we even describe our feelings in colour. When we see a rainbow we see it as magical.
Cinnamon yellow warm Opal white cool and calm Languishing purple of the soul Orange burnished hot Ultimately colours blend Restoring beauty to our lives.
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Below are two videos. The first one is an old advert for a colour TV. If you look through the fact it is an advert and listen to the words and look at the pictures it is beautiful. The song used is Sound And Vision by David Bowie.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “least-favorite word.” Use your least-favorite word in your post. If you can’t decide on one, use a word that just really bugs you. Enjoy!
Now I love words , I suppose you could say they are my life. Really I cannot think of a “least favourite word” or even one that bugs me. I find I get more irritated by sentences, or statements like “at the end of the day” or “do you see what I mean” “or have a nice day” repeated after sentences!
I really can’t think of a word that bugs me enough to moan about. Even Anglo Saxon words have their beauty.
Linda has asked us to try To speaker on words we don’t like To think of any that make me cry Is harder than riding a bike! I’ve sat here now for an hour or more. Staring at my phone now my eyes are sore. So Linda I’m beat I refuse to lie or cheat I’m sorry but I get zero score.
It’s time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. It is Saturday and I am late posting this. Anyway Linda said:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hope.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Hope has been in short supply of late. But never let it be said that hope died, well actually I did once I even wrote about it here! Well I hope you can forgive me I was rather depressed at the time. Anyway, hope has been a tad thin on the ground of late, climate change, brexit, covid 19 and all her cousins! wild fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods and mad and bad politicians. Somehow we have kept hope’s head above water, sometimes more than others. Well I hope I am not boring you but they do say hope springs eternal…. not really sure about that but it’s something to hold on to . I am off now…I am not saying what my hopes are for today… You might be able to guess.. but I can neither deny or confirm. I do hope you have a good Sunday.
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Hope springs eternal Only pessimists deny Plying with fate infernal Every optimists learns to fly
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contains ‘igh.’” Find a word that contains the letters “igh” in that order and use it in your post. Enjoy!
THE SIGH
The sigh fled. It took flight From the misery draped night. Sadly not farsighted enough to escape the straightjacket of life it had to turn and bluff. The unsightly racket It’s madness caused such plight. Never a sadder sight Than the sigh that flew into the night.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “up/down.” Use one, use them both, but try to put one in your first sentence. Bonus points if you use the other in your last sentence. Have fun!”
Life is full of ups and downs, that’s just the way it is. In a way it’s like snakes and ladders. We go along, up the ladders and down the snakes. We think we are finally doing well when out of the blue the fickle finger of fate comes down out of the sky, picks you up a drops you in a pit of grief. When we marry we walk up the aisle with your Dad and you walk back down the aisle with your husband. Then you start the ups and downs of life and having children or not, yes life is up and down. Up the stairs, down the stairs, uptown girl, downtown nights. Then we have that old saying, turn the frown upside down. Okay I am rambling now so I am going to stop before I disappear down the rabbit hole. On the upside though I have just about scrapped through this post! So before my blood pressure rockets up or plummets down I shall stop. I shall leave you now with life is a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster goes up and down dosen’t it.
LindaGHill our host said. : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hat/het/hit/hot/hut.” Choose one, choose ’em all, put ’em in yourpost. Enjoy!”
As there were five words I have chosen to write an off the cuff Tanka with one of the words in each of the five lines.
I’ll tell ye a yarn of days of old When swords were heavy and castles cold. Or yarns of the sailor types And fishermen as common as snipes. Then there’s the yarn for the Knit and Natter. And the crochet ladies with hooks to batter. The sailors as they yarn their sails And fishermen telling yarns of Whales. Damsels sewing yarn in their tapestry Locked in chastity belts dying for a pee. The Knights returning to their castles cold. Regaling them with yarns so bold. So I’ll tell you a yarn bright and new I shall spin you a yarn, because thats what I do.
It is Saturday and time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “to your left.” When you sit down to write your post, look to your left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces. Enjoy!
To my left is my hubby! What can I say, there are so many memories. I have known him 54 years through thick and thin we will of been married 50yrs this August. So how did we meet?
l was thirteen and my friend Anne was fourteen and she’d heard of youth club in Ealing. One evening I met this very handsome guy with blond hair and brown eyes. The rest as they say is history. We went from strength ups and downs but we are still standing!
Hi it’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs. This week Linda said :“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!“
The May Day Possession.
May Day, I am carrying Dad’s Lilley of the Valley, a huge bunch. They smell absolutely beautiful. The sky is so blue and there are puffy little clouds floating around.
I am wearing my summer school uniform, so I am still in the junior part of the school. A powder blue pleated dress, a wide yolk at the front topped with a white collar. At the waste a belt that joins buttons at front. My blonde hair is in neat plaits, but as usual the unruly whisps are escaping around my face….that will get me scolded by the nuns. On top of my head is my straw Panama hat with the school badge. I have fresh white knee length socks and my sensible brown sandals.
I walk the two miles to school so proud of Dad’s flowers. Sister Margarite is waiting at the gate, she tells me off because my socks are not quite up to my knees and my unruly hair. I was never in her good books…she always had something to scold me for.
Today though I did not let her upset me, it was the first school Monday in May and time for the May day possession. The statue of Our Lady, Queen of the May was to be carried from the gate at the junior’s part of the school around the roads to the front of the senior school and through to the front lawn outside the main convent house.
I was always so proud because Dad’s flowers were used to decorate the statue’s head with a crown of Lilly of the Valley. The statue was carried on a plinth by four girls, and we all processed, some infront of the Virgin Queen of the May and the rest behind scattering petals on to the road and singing hymns to the Virgin Mary. How ever hard I tried to be good, try as I may, I was never picked to be a barer of the statue.
