“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sink/sank/sunk.” Use one, use two, or use ’em all and get bonus points. Enjoy!”
Do you ever have that sinking feeling..where you feel life slipping away like water wooshing down the plughole of a sink? Do you wake up every morning not really fit to face the day …like a ship that sank to the bottom of the sea? Looking back is life a sunken wreck? Nope? Well that’s good.
THREE ACROSTIC POEMS
Sink or swim they say In deep water Not to flounder Keep your head up and pray .
Slipping under without a trace All evidence covered up Nothing left to show Keen eyes see only empty space
Sun set, watching the last rays Under the darkling skies Night approaches quietly Kindling moon enters it new phase.
We’re born to the treadmill, step by step we toil. Some work till they die, others have lives of leisure. Gaia just moves on with the seasons. We should work to live not live to work, that’s the nature of things .
This week’s challenge Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge is Synonyms Only. That means we select synonyms for the two words below. Please use the synonyms in your poem. Let’s work with opposites and see what we can create.
💼 Work & Play 💃🏼
I am trying, a new to me style. A Landay, I found this on Kat Mryman’s page Like Mercury Colliding She said this about the style.
“Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. (While there is no mention of rhyme in the description above, most of the examples I have seen do include rhyme at the end of each line.) Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.
Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.”
In life souls will die if all is toil So dance, sing and love as well as till the soil
Newborn takes first breath Down the hall, patient, black cloaked death waits. Betwixed and between the earth spins on its axis, life to ashes, ashes to life. What is there to fill the years, joy, hate, love, anger, despair . Emotions all.
Maggie at from cave walls is off to Florida to spend a week with family and she’s been thinking about the things that bring us comfort. Maggie says, ” We draw comfort from various things whether it be an action, a person, a pet, a favorite food, or perhaps a piece of memorabilia.”
Luckily for us she has left some questions to answer on comfort.
How would you define comfort?
To be at peace with my lot. To have no fear or stress.
Within my own mind Great peace I can find Leaving all my troubles at the door My comfort finds me as before. Cosy and hidden from the world I close my eyes and my dreams are unfurled.
Under what circumstances do you seek and/or give comfort?
I give comfort when I can. Usually a phone call or what’s app often one of the lads will ring about ” nothing that really is something”. Hubby and I comfort eachother often talking for hours…often I just listen an ear to hear or a shoulder to rest on can be of great comfort.
I often seek comfort in a friend or sister. As I said hubby is a great comfortertoo.
The sound of my father’s voice always brought me comfort. Is there a voice that beings you comfort?
My mother’s voice was always a great comfort over the phone… Or if I was lucky in person…. When I was young the sight of my mum was always a comfort my dad too so calm and calming always ready to talk or read to me.
Do you have a favorite comfort food?
A jacket potato with baked beans and cheese…. treacle pudding and custard and stew and dumplings always remind me of home and family.
What person, animal, place, or thing makes you feel comforted?
Our dog Ruby, always brings great comfort.
My husband is always a great friend and stalwart. My friend always there for me.. and I am for her too. My grandsons when they hug me. My home .
Music, writing and walking also bring me great comfort.
So my family and friends are my great comfort but there is one more thing that is a great comfort to me. That is Vlad my immortal Vampire Bear. He has traveled the world, been in hospital, weddings and been to bloggers bashes with me he’s a great source of comfort to me.
Many years ago my sister returned from New York where she had been working . When she opened her case she found Vlad! There he sat master of all he surveyed,immortal and invincible he was laid in between the wash bag and the dirty laundry!!
Long story made short Vlad is an immortal Vampire Bear older than the universe and has traversed it may a time . For some reason never explained he moved in with us and since then our lives have never been the same. He has also moved in his best friend Grim, now he is not easy to ignore, tall guy about eight foot tall dressed in black hooded robe and carrying a scythe.
Well you all probably think I totally mad now but that’s my comfort zone!
Hello everyone it time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and LindaGHill is here with this week’s prompt. Linda said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tape.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Use it any way you like. Enjoy!”
Tapestry Colours sewn together a rainbow collection There’s love and life taped herein, from every direction. As my dad would say life’s rich tapestry Is what makes us human and free. Fingers may bleed putting in the stitches Clever women have it all taped up, tapestry witches. So bring me threads and ribbons so life is all taped up. Tapestry of history and love has life all quilted up.
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