For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you use it as both. Have fun!
Mystery Solved
Ring, ring what’s that I hear? a cell phone held up to my ear? or is it songs the birdies sing? is it katydid’s buzzing wings? the grating of lawnmowers buzz? a cat screeching just because? or squeaking brakes on the local bus? oh wait, it’s just my dratted tinnitus, mystery solved.
elapsed time 12 minutes (I got distracted)
Til next time ~ Listen to the sounds of silence ~JP
When I am old I shall wear cotton skirts with combat boots which I shall carry as I muddy my hem walking barefoot in the forest I shall sit at the edge of the pond and dip my toes in the icy water I shall drink a cheap wine coolers from icy bottles on a summer day and I shall write my most secret wish upon a leaf, stuff it in the bottle and launch my wishes into the pond I’ll watch as it bobs away headed for it’s destination of nowhere but for now, I think I shall take off my sensible shoes and walk barefoot in my own grass, and write my wish on a leaf and blow it into the wind and practice a little for that time when I am old
word count 136
This post inspired by Crimsons Creative Challenge #200
Til next time ~don’t take life too seriously, you’re not gonna get out of it alive ~JP
For Stream of Consciousness Saturday, I’ve done something a wee bit different this week. Linda gave us a prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word that contains a silent letter.”Choose a word that contains a silent letter and use it in your post, or write about words with silent letters in general. Enjoy!
Okay so I decided on the letter W and scribbled down as many “silent W” words as I could come up with for a word jumble kind of story.
It was quite the wrestling match as Wraith wrangled her wrap about her shoulders without wrenching a wrist. She wracked her brain for the author who had written “Tale of Two Wrong Swords” and was becoming overwrought by the latest wrinkle in her plan to wreath the book review in flowery prose. And where the dickens was her sister Wren?
Welcome to another Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Ahhhhh, flashback thy name is “70’s” Here a bit of nostalgia from the greatest decade … like EVER dude. Originally posted September 9, 2018 for Song Lyric Sunday prompt of “Picture/photograph.”
IF — Bread
The quintessential love song, so much meaning, exquisite melody and rich vocals. David Gates was once quoted as saying it was the best song he had ever written. To me “If” and Bread in an esoteric kind of way was the very soul of the 70’s. Underneath it all, it was an era of love and beauty.
If a picture paints a thousand words Then why can’t I paint you? The words will never show The you I’ve come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships Then where am I to go? There’s no one home but you You’re all that’s left me too And when my love for life is running dry You come and pour yourself on me
If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you Tomorrow and today Beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving Spinning slowly down to die I’d spend the end with you And when the world was through Then one by one the stars would all go out Then you and I would simply fly away
Songwriter: David Gates
lyrics courtesy of my memory, any discrepancies or variations from fact should be viewed as all natural by-products of having actually lived through the 70’s. 😉
Star gazed at the old boats with undisguised longing. They rested on a dry dock a stark reminder of the Water Elementals power. Oh how she missed the water, days with her family pulling in nets heavy with fish. With no natural rainfall and the cloud seeders struggling, boating was a luxury no longer even dreamed of. And so, Star brought out her small test kit and, finding the water fairly safe to drink, filled her canteens before walking on. A small smile stretched across her face at the memory of wet spray on her skin.
Time for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, this song expresses my whole philosophy on life in 13 words. “Love when you can, cry when you have to. Be who you must.” 😉
I have these moments All steady and strong I’m feeling so holy and humble The next thing I know I’m all worried and weak And I feel myself starting to crumble
The meanings get lost And the teachings get tossed And you don’t know what You’re going to do next You wait for the sun But it never quite comes Some kind of message Comes through to you Some kind of message comes through
And it says to you. . .
Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That’s a part of the plan Await your arrival With simple survival And one day we’ll all understand
I had a woman Who gave me her soul But I wasn’t ready to take it Her heart was so fragile And heavy to hold And I was afraid I might break it
Your conscience awakes And you see your mistakes And you wish someone Would buy your confessions The days miss their mark And the night gets so dark And some kind of message Comes through to you Some kind of message shoots through —
Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That’s a part of the plan Await your arrival With simple survival And one day we’ll all understand
There is no Eden or Heavenly gates That you’re gonna make it to one day But all of the answers you seek Can be found In the dreams that you dream on the way
Watching from the shore skies pinken as the sun prepares to rest his head and the moon picks up her nightly chore to light the world with subtle glow for dreaming souls can only find their way by moonlight
Wide Eyed Wonderings 