The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 24, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

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.

The video below is an old one from 2002 by Darius Campbell. Colour Blind.

Have a happy and colourful weekend everyone 💜💜💜

Wordless Wednesday and One -Liner Wednesday. On Thursday.

Trees, they make oxygen for us to breathe and they look beautiful I love trees. ©willowdot21.

© willowdot21.
© willowdot21

Can you see this tree’s green dress and gentle face I have outlined it in white in the second Photo.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday and also Wordless Wednesday.

One-Liner Wednesday – It’s which season?

July 8: Flash Fiction Challenge

July 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features feathers. It can be a single feather or more. Where did the feather come from? Does it hold meaning to the character or story? Go where the prompt leads!

Feathers.

Tom reached out and caught the feather. He smiled, angel feather he thought. 

The angel above him was weeping, their feathers were falling soon so would the angel. 

Tom held the feather, “jump” he said looking up, “I will catch you.” The angel  knew they could trusted him, Tom had faith enough for both of them.

Another feather fell into his hand, the angel’s tears dried and they smiled. Taking the leap of faith the angel fell into Tom’s arms. Falling the angel became whole. Love shone from Tom’s eyes. The angel naked but safe knew he was home.

99 words no more no less.

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 232, #SPECIFICFORM

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. But let’s do something different this time.

  • First, choose your favorite syllabic poetry form. Write your poem.
  • Next, give your poem some different characteristics to make it something different. You can change the syllable count, rhyme scheme (add or get rid of it), anything you want to create a new form. Write this poem.
  • Give your new syllabic poetry form a name.

I have chosen to do a cinquain. My twist is it rhymes on each line.

The American cinquain is an unrhymed, five-line poetic form defined by the number of syllables in each line—the first line has two syllables, the second has four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the fifth two (2-4-6-8-2). They are typically written using iambs.

I call my rhyming Cinquain a Ringquain.

© willowdot21 by hotpinkwellingtons.

Father to Son.

Wisdom
Father to son
Beauty of the heart won.
Love and guidance all mixed with fun.
Is done.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TUESDAY TANKA.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 60: (Black) in the A rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (AIR and Wisp). and this Décima Challenge of BLACK in the A rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

Could this magic be white or black.
A willow the wisp touches base
As it gently kisses your face.
You take the less obvious track.
You eyes open to all you lack.
Truly there’s magic in the air.
As this little sprite shows her flare.
Brushing over your face and soul.
Un-beknownst she owns you whole.
Dreamily you walk upon air.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.

Light and dusk

Golden light fractals through the leaves.

Dark brown, of strong Oak woven in the trees.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out,

squirrels collecting nuts, in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves,

not missed yet, so far no one grieves.

Dearest Teddy by her side

She only dropped him when she died.

She is tiny, she is small,

Oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there

with tiny insects running through her hair.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face,

of her killer there is no trace.

Silent leaves begin to fall

slowly slowly they cover all……………

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 360 AIR and Wisp.

A willow the wisp
Flutters gently past your face
Magic in the air

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

KL Caley’s #writephoto. Steps.

Well its Thursday and time for #writephoto .

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our MAY guest photo!

A great big thank you to Jemima Pett for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at http://jemimapett.com/ to show her some love!

For visually challenged writersthe image shows steps up and over a bridge, with narrow alleyways at each side of the bridge.

Steps – Image by Jemima Pett.

They had always met at the Apothecary on the steps leading up the bridge. They would push through the hustle and bustle their hearts leaping at the sight of eachother.

Every evening they would meet and they would spend the hours of darkness lost in eachother. Happy memories of love and his life.

That was centuries ago and there had been many since but none had ever held that tight to her heart. Marco had been her first love, she had done all she could to turn him. He had refused her but stayed with her until he died. She remembered the fateful evening he was there waiting in the doorway. He was by then a man in his early sixties …handsome still, affluent she had seen to that.

As she immerged from the shadows she had seen the two young boys approach Marco. Too late she saw the flashing blades as they stabbed him and robbed him. As Marco breathed his last his soul touched her face and whispered “I love you still”.

Rage burned within her, she set off in persuit of the murders! She found them in a tavern celebrating their I’ll gotten gains. She seduced them with ease and lured them out into the alley. Where she killed them both and drained them dry. Brushing herself off she left them in the filthy alley with their bloodless hearts exposed…their white bodies ghostly and their faces tortured.

She had spent centuries alone, just feeding her blood lust to keep herself going, occasionally mingling in human society, and as she was one of the originals she kept her place at head of the chapters of her own kind.

Why she found herself at the old Apothecary she had no idea. Yet here she was in the shadow looking at the doorway. Looking up she saw a handsome you man on his mobile phone. If she had had a heart it would of stopped. This man was beautiful, and he had caught her eye. He put his phone away and smiled at her.

So it began, after six centuries she felt whole again. Serenely she climbed the steps.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 227, #THEMEPROMPT

Go where this month’s prompt leads you

It Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Colleen didn’t hear from Padre whose turn it was to select the theme… so, Colleen has picked the theme prompt for us.

Travel/Journeys.

I was seventeen when we married, 19years when the first boy arrived and 30years when the third and last boy appeared. Well now they had all grown and flown. It is now our time. So we renewed our passports and set off on our travels. The pandemic put a stop to that but we are on life’s journey, we are travelling together.

Following life’s road
We have traversed fifty years.
We’ve grown together.
Boy and girl, man and woman.
Three generations of love.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 55: (GROUND) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (SAD and Thrill) mine is here . and this Décima Challenge of GROUND in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.
Photo by Betty Curac on Pexels.com

It’s all in the thrill of the chase.
After swinging hips my legs pound.
Playing with me my feelings ground.
By day and night at such a pace.
Life’s good unless you fall from grace.
I never really want to win
It’s the chase that sets me to spin.
Though this one might be different.
This one just might be heaven sent.
Maybe I’ll ask to marry him.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

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