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
Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (SLIP and Time) and this Décima Challenge of KNOT in the D 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. As always I make the link you can read my Haiku here.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.
Time Slip
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We slip through the portals of time. Caught in different streams we pass Always missing you it’s a farce. I reach out flaying around blind. I slip through your grasp, so unkind. I’m lost in a linear loop All the chickens have flown the coop. Climbing down slowly knot by knot. Connecting the lines dot by dot Torn assunder by Satan’s troop
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. For those of you unfamiliar with the challenge, every day Di at pensitivity101 lists three things that may, or may not, be related. The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three words in your post. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly. You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish
Your three things today are:
HOST FUN TIME
“Tonight your host is Ca Rona, she is delighted you could all come. She hopes you will have fun. Laughing, dancing, singing, smooching and kissing are the order of the night. Ca has prepared all the food and drink for you to enjoy , every morsel touched by her personally. So what’s the saying? Oh! Yes, ‘eat drink and be merry for tomorrow you die’ maybe not tomorrow but soon. Time is running out for you all. Yes of course you can leave any time , go home to your families, go to work, go shopping, give everyone Ca Rona’s greetings. Tomorrow there’s a beach party your all welcome. Times a ticking …so is CA Rona.
sadly we can only blame ourselves.
Two sides to every story your actions have consequences.
Welcome to the Daily 2020 Just Jot it January Prompt and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for SATURDAY, JANUARY 11TH! For those of you joining SoCS for the first time, it’s a little different than the other prompts in that it’s not always a whole word. Much may be left up to your discretion: this week is no exception. Having said that, if you’re joining in from JusJoJan, don’t want to write stream of consciousness style, no worries. It’s up to you! If you do want to try it, please check out the rules below. It’s fun! Here’s your Saturday prompt:
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” Okay, follow me here. This is what I want you to do: 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!
The journey had been long and arduous. Travelling through time was wearing on the nerves. So much had changed around him and he had only been able to witness in silence.
So much had happened he’d felt warm and safety of the womb of mother earth. For the longest time he was settled until the great movement had churned up. He and those around him were awoken and cast out. They had lain where they had landed open to weather, wind rain sun and snow.
The animals came first they never caused trouble, occasionally rubbing up against him or sheltering from the sun. The plants also were a pleasure to live alongside. They had colour, they whispered gave shade kept him company. The gentle moss even covered him in green.
Then came the humans they were no trouble at first but they changed, became less animal like and more selfish and destructive. They had moved him him twice to use him as part of a circle. He was bigger then but later they had stolen parts of him to build castles and homes.
He was glad he could still talk to his other selves where ever they were it made him feel safe and whole.
He liked the snow it was soft and gentle. Not like the humans, demanding, waging wars, killing eachother. He had seen dreadful things , killing machines, some throwing bullets or flames. Death dropping out of the skies blood all around.
Not all the humans were bad though he has seen some be kind, even worship him or near him, make love hidden by him, sleep in his shade and even touch and talk to him.
He sighed “I suppose” he said to the tree next to him “I will just go on, I will miss you though”. The tree sighed too. He replied, “I will miss you too old friend but you were here before me, you will stay on.” Gentle letting the snow settle on his limbs the tree continued.”Our feathered friends have taken my seeds and spread me far and wide. So we may meet again, especially if you are moved again.”
The ancient stone looked up at the tree and replied. ” I cannot bear to see you killed, I have seen too many of your kind cut down. I will sleep and when I wake again I wonder what shall I find.” The tree bowed, “Goodbye friend I hope we meet again.”
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They came in the night, two humans, a small female and a taller male. They were wise in the old ways, the stone could tell. They touched him and asked his permission to stand in his shadow. They apologized that they could not stop the developers from moving him and chopping down the tree. They did not think it was progress. The stone assured them he would survive.
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In the morning the bulldozers came. They cut the tree down, the stone was asleep, deeply asleep so as not to see or hear his friend being killed. The snow fell.
