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.
At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
This could be the very minute
I’m aware I’m alive
All these places feel like home
With a name I’d never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I’m sorry doesn’t mean
I didn’t enjoy it at the time
You’re the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer
Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I’ll claim I did
But in truth I’m lost for words
What have I done it’s too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I’ll do anything you ask…this time
Well at the moment I feel that time is running away from me. I am getting older, my children all grown up, my grandchildren growing in number. I am scared at times there is more behind me than ahead. I am doing my best to live life to the full and do my best to not waste a moment.
My mother in law is 97yrs luckily for her she is pretty fit mentally and physically and determined to live forever! I have to admit time scares me.
Now to my choice of song. It is by Five for Fighting and is called One Hundred Years.
Who introduced me to Five for Fighting, none less than Helen Espinosa herself. Thank you Helen 💜💗
One Hundred Years
I’m 15 for a moment Caught in between 10 and 20 And I’m just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are
I’m 22 for a moment And she feels better than ever And we’re on fire Making our way back from Mars
15 there’s still time for you Time to buy and time to lose 15, there’s never a wish better than this When you only got a hundred years to live
I’m 33 for a moment Still the man, but you see I’m a “they” A kid on the way, babe. A family on my mind
I’m 45 for a moment The sea is high And I’m heading into a crisis Chasing the years of my life
15 there’s still time for you Time to buy and time to lose yourself Within a morning star
15 I’m all right with you 15, there’s never a wish better than this When you only got a hundred years to live
Half time goes by Suddenly you’re wise Another blink of an eye 67 is gone The sun is getting high We’re moving on…
I’m 99 for a moment And dying for just another moment And I’m just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are
15 there’s still time for you 22 I feel her too 33 you’re on your way Every day’s a new day…
(oh oh ohs)
15 there’s still time for you Time to buy and time to choose Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this When you only got a hundred years to live
