Our host,LindaGHill, for Stream of Consciousness Saturday said :”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cozy.’” Use it any way you like. Have fun! (And Merry Christmas if I don’t come back before then!)”
to Linda and you all.
Christmas isn’t always cosy because life can’t always be cosy. But we can do our best to make things cosy for those we love. We can reach to those who are lonely, ill, those who have lost loved ones, are homeless, poor or unloved, drug, alcohol and gambling addicts….
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!
I went deep into my darkside for this one.
Why am I so angry why am I so low You’re driving me to distraction, why? I do not know. Always putting everyone else first, but not me. Always pardoning others for reasons I can’t see. If I try to tell you to let them take their turns You round on me and give that look that burns. I’m sick of being wrong, having to zip my mouth. Why not put me first, why?
Hi Its Saturday and time for our prompt from Linda . Thus week she said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!
Underneath the path lies a secret Layer upon layer of grief Under the damp scented loam As above feet do roam. Unloved , unknown Lost for evermore Cold, never To be Found .
Today is a sad day. We heard of the death of our Bestman and friend Bob. We never lost touch with him but we had not seen him face to face for nearly forty years. Last year we met up with him at our Golden Wedding anniversary and again this year with five other friends from the park we used to go to as teenagers.
Playing football after dark Meeting mates down the park Two lads growing through their teens. Full of hopes , fun and dreams.
Both became each others right hand man. One made best man, so grand. Each had the others wing Staying friends was their thing.
As years went by the meetings dwindled Though memories were often kindled. Eventually a yuletide greeting With promises of a reunion meeting.
The years and miles kept them separated. Til an anniversary meeting was fated. Soon the years just fell away As they celebrated 50 years since that wedding day.
Then a meeting with friends from the park. Food and beer talk of aging, having a lark . Talk of knees and operations Grandchildren, bills and vacations.
A simple operation on the cards Who’d of thought the outcome could be so hard. The heart once so big and strong Could not cope and he was gone.
We are left behind unbelieving Only just back together, now left grieving.
Selma and Colleen selected the painting for this week’s Ekphrastic#photoprompt. It’s a Degas and you can read more about it HERE.
Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check which form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.
I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.It is not the ordinary Russian people’s fault that they are lied to by their government and media. This is what I have tried to express in my poem .
This poem is in support of all those in the Ukraine and was inspired by Jane Dougherty’s poem, On Days of Wind . Please read Jane’s poem. I have borrowed the painting Jane used which is a painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.
The washing hangs abandoned In the Ukraine, blooded and singed Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs . It is tethered to a line, an invisible line Everyone has forgotten and it stays Abandoned in the cold wind and snow.
It’s a symbol of the people Made refugee Hanging between life and death Bombarded by those with no conscience Empty promises of safe passage Hanging on the invisible line We must not dessert them.
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 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.
This Tuesday, the day after Easter Monday, is the first of the month so this week it’s poet’s choice..
I chose a Double Etheree to explore the two sides of Easter.
Three seasons In one day. April through May Spring, Summer,Autumn. It’s all so magical . When you’re hunting Easter Eggs. In the garden or in the park. Filling your Egg basket before dark. Happy Easter Everyone, he’s risen. He Died so We may live. He washed away Our sins and for that We are truly grateful. Joy to the world we are saved.
He rose and left an empty grave. No one saw him go but he saved us. Be blessed he is risen for all of us.
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