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.
I have chosen to link my Décima to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge from Monday. Tender and Who.
Summer lays a tender trap Long days soon begin to shorten. Soon another season portents As rainstorms flash and thunder clap. Soon hail upon our windows tap. Flowers who once stood tall and proud Now wilt and wain under grey cloud. Sadly nothing lasts forever So perfidious our weather Summers soon wrapped in Autumn’s shroud.
Nature plays with us blurring lines. Softening the edges she plays Running down the seasons and days. Moving through our lives changing times. It’s madness no reason or rhymes. Racking up to experience The seasons change with decodence It’s like they’re laughing tongue in cheek At us lowly mortals so meek. Nature’s law takes all presidence.
April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!
For this prompt I have imagined a letter from Mother Nature/ Earth/ Gaia to us all. This is part of the Carrot Ranch Challenge.
My Children
I tried to warn you, painted warnings on walls and billboards with letters 20ft tall screamed, shouted and made a fuss.No one listens at all.The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring. Snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.You’re heading for another drought your reservoirs almost dry yet you let precious water waste. It’s starting with the the smaller things but soon you will suffer too. This green planet that you call home is dieing. I’m so tired and you just ignore my warning. From a dieing Mother nature.
My word it’s Wednesday again and time for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge. Ron says “You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BRANCH and Swift). and this Décima Challenge of NOISE in the C 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. I choose to link. Here is my Haiku.
Swaying in the wind root and branch. Time dances endlessly along Punctuated by song bird’s song All is written noughts left to chance. The Forrest sees all of life’s dance. Nature likes to watch the eons chase. Across her planet at such pace. She knows her cycle will repeat Winter’s bitter cold, Summer’s heat. Nature is happy by God’s grace
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.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a group of mother sheep about to give birth, with one newly arrived lamb visible.
The New Arrivals – Image by KL Caley.
It had been such a long night, cold as well. Liam was exhausted, not one of the Ewes had produced a single lamb….not one had gone into labour!
“Hey sleepy head”, it was Gena, “how’s it going. Looks like you’ve had a productive night.” Liam yawned and stretched as he accepted a hot mug of coffee and a foil wrapped bacon sandwich.
“It’s been a slow night he said, not a single sign of any of the Ewes having a single lamb! ” Gena looked at him oddly… “Looks like your wrong there. What’s that,” she said motioning to the far side of the pen. “What’s that, scotch mist?”
Liam could not believe his eyes, or ears. There was Millie with baby Mollie, and the others were looking and sounding as if things were on the move.
