Sunday Mornings

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!

Sunday Mornings

Yawn. Yawn, stretch, yawn. Slap cheezits out of alarm clock when it revives from it’s snooze. Sit up on the edge of the bed, stretch waaaaay up high, yawn. Think about pulling covers over head, yawn. Sniff, sniff, ummmmmm, coffee brewing. Cast off covers and shuffle into the kitchen. Perfectly brewed cup of morning magic is thrust into my eager hands. I lift the cup to my face and inhale deeply, ahhhhh. Java, nectar of the gods. I take that first sip and feel the warmth begin to thaw my sleep frozen brain. The second sip starts the heart pumping, within a few minutes I’m ready to hit the yoga mat. Standing in tadasana, I stretch up, up, up and … yawn.

 

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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The Advantages of Being A Woman Artist

For Found Poetry February day 15. Sometimes found poetry is simply something I “find” that is poetry to me. I found this gem at the Wellington, NZ Te Papa Museum. The picture isn’t great, it’s really hard to shoot through glass on a lit display so I’ve recapped it for you below.

The Wind in his Face

The Wind in his Face

“Walk, boy? Wanna go walk?” the human gushed.

Frank the Pug growled “Why in the seven suns of Satornia would I have wings if I wanted to walk!” What his human heard was “bark, bark, grrrrrr, BARK!”

Frank looked around for some means of escape, to feel the wind in his face. Ah, the window was open just a crack. With a leaping twist, he freed himself of the human and bounded for the window, wings flaring behind him. “FREEDOM!” He cried. His head went through, but his wings stuck firmly behind the window frame. “Crap and kibbles” growled Frank.

Word count 100

For Friday Fictioneers, do pop over and give a read to some great flash fiction.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom

A bit of Flash Fiction for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles do check out these great picture prompts!

Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom

The battle was over, vast and bloody it had been. The Gremlekins were part of the clean up patrol. They wandered through the horrible remains of the battlefield with the wives and mothers seeking lost sons and husbands. Small, gentle creatures, they could always be counted on to give the unclaimed dead what comfort could be found in a simple cleansing and burial.

Found Poetry February day 14 – Little Secret Seeds

For today’s Found Poetry entry, I’ve used “cut out” poetry. Basically, you cut out words from something and reassemble them into a poem. This one came from a flyer from my local health food store.

Fandango’s Provocative Question # 14 A question of objectivity

Fandango asks another great mind puzzler this week  FPQ # 14

“Do you believe that anyone can really experience anything objectively? Why or why not?”

No. Why? Because we are human. As living, thinking, sentient beings, we are the product of our experiences and perceptions. Have you ever played the gossip game? The one where you all line up and the first person reads a whispered message to the next person, and so on down the line. By the time the same message is repeated by a dozen of so people, the message will have changed significantly.

Candy Hearts – a twittering tale

A Twittering Tale for a twittery holiday

Candy Hearts

She read the card on the box of candy hearts.

“St. Valentine was a Christian martyr who was beheaded after being beaten and stoned. I find it appropriate that the patron saint of lovers is a man so intimately acquainted with pain. Time 2 dance.”

How had he found her again?

Character count 271

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP