He Stands Alone
He stands alone in the still air
the last bastion of civilization
waiting for the breath of air
to stir his pumps back to life
and give him purpose once more
and so he waits, a murmuration
of Starlings his only company
he stands alone in the still air
This post inspired by Crimsons Creative Challenge 213
Til next time ~Stand tall like the mountains ~JP
By the light of the moon
by the light of a star
she traveled all night
from near to far
searching for the crimson glade
she walked the night through
but she was not afraid
for when the sun broke through
with it’s dazzling light
before her eyes lay a magical sight
bright crimson ferns covered
the forest floor and a tiny pine
where there was none before
word count 67
This post inspired by Crimsons-creative-challenge #212
Til next time ~See the magic ~JP
An Ordinary Life
A tractor rests in the shade of the tree
green grass still edges the fallow field
while bright sun lights the sky
and warms the stone and earth
the undiscovered treasures
of an ordinary life
A moment to cherish the fading
warmth of the growing season
with all the harvesting done
and the plenty of Summer put by
a moment of thanks to remember
before Winter gilds the landscape
with bright diamonds of frost
the beckoning treasures
of an ordinary life
Word count 79
This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge 211
Til next time ~Watch with glittering eyes ~JP
Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Morning
I sit in the early morning light
of a cloudless sky just before
the sun begins to rise
watching the peculiar gray
give way to lighter blue
I am struck with awe
nearly brought to my knees
by the overwhelming sense
of gratitude
and I whisper my prayer
to the morning light
“Thank you”
BIKFOK (butt in chair fingers on keyboard) – 17 min
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
BLACK MAGIC
It looked like a coffee shop, just like any other
but the moment that you walked inside
the menu might make you wonder
Black Magic was the daily brew
black or white, bold or smooth
with a little shot of “success” for you
“Try a Dirty Zombie” the chalkboard read
with chai, espresso and a shot of “focus”
it’ll surely wake the dead
I stood in line and waited patiently
for my “Black Velvet” latte
with an extra shot of “tranquility”
I left the shop singing a happy song
and I turned to take one last look
but alas, the magic coffee shop was gone
word count 105
This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #209
Til next time ~May you coffee be strong ~JP
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt is:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with or contains ‘cel.’” Find a word that begins with or contains “cel” and use it in your post any way you’d like. Have fun!
Hmmm cel – cephalopod no … cell phone … too, well, too. Ahhhh here we go Cellophane!
Cellophane Dreams
Dreams wrapped in plastic untouchable
through their cellophane wrappings
beautiful but unattainable, unreachable
and so become unnoticed
Tissue paper memories worn with age
and thinned by constant touch
we tint them rose and make a child’s
window hanging to color our world
Dreams of what we had and what we lost
dreams never seem to count the cost
so I’ll watch the sunrise color my world
through rose-tinted tissue paper memories
And remember, always, fragile flowers, life
and… you
BIKFOK (Butt in Chair Fingers on Keyboard) to publish – 22 minutes
Til next time ~May your memories be sweet ~JP
Deep in the glade I stood
watching and waiting
wood nymphs danced
with wild gyrating
From the underbrush came
a mysterious sound
with excitement I watched
my heart started to pound
The ground creaked and groaned
fallen leaves began to stir
I coaxed “come out my friend”
as a long snout began to emerge
Off the edge of the map lay
secrets we can never imagine
that’s where you’ll find me
for here there be dragons
word count 76
This post inspired by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #208
Til next time ~Don’t meddle about in the affairs of dragons ~JP
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favorite word.” Decide on your favorite word and use it in your post any way you’d like. Enjoy!
My favorite word? Other than “huh?” The one I use most often is probably “awesome” but favorite, that’s going to require a bit of thought.
I Am
I am not a number
I am not my size
I am dirty feet, wild hair
and the sparkle in my eyes
I am made of starlight
and brilliant white moon beams
lovingly stitched together
by all my hopes and dreams
composed of tears and laughter
and the moments in between
I’m there in every book I’ve read
and every poem that I write
I am a strong black coffee
in world of cheap red wine
I’m every song I’ve ever sung
and every place I’ve ever seen
Oh and there’s one more thing
that I almost forgot
One more thing I am
is an Awesome Nelipot*
BICFOK – 25 minutes
Til next time ~Walk barefoot ~JP
*One who goes about barefoot – Urbandictionary.com – one of my favorite words
For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “element.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Wind blowing through the palms on Waikiki
Chant for a Windy Day Element of air I call to thee send the wind to set me free wash away all fear and pain that I may feel at peace again kindred breeze fill my heart breathing in I feel your part grant your power wash me clean element of air I call to thee
BICFOK (butt in chair fingers on keyboard) 30 minutes (stupid picture finding searches ;-p)
Til next time ~Witching you a Happy Halloween ~JP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 