Mystery Solved a Stream of Consciousness poem

from my polyvore dolls collection

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 – a Crimson Creative Challenge Poem

When I Am Old

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

Two Wrongs and a Write? – a SoCS micro-jumble-tale

from my polyvore dolls collection

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.

Wrack, wraith wrangle wrap wreath wren wrench wrestle wrinkle wrist write wrong wrought answer sword two who

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?

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Friday Flashback — If

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. 😉

Til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

Dry Boats – a Crimsons Creative Challenge micro fiction

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.

Word count 96

This story inspired by Crimsons Creative Challenge # 199 (wow that’s an auspicious number!)

Til next time ~May the rain fall softly on your fields ~JP

Boats at Harbor – a Crimson Creative Challenge

Boats at Harbor

Boats in the harbor
safe from the storm
duties discharged
crews put to shore

I can’t help but wonder
do they sleep as they float
or when the stars come out
do they become party boats

Perky’s Floating Bar – Queenstown, NZ

This post brought to you by Crimsons Creative Challenge # 198

til next time ~Listen to the sounds of water ~JP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – What’s Wrong With Being Bored

marmalade cat from pixabay

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “board/bored.” Use one, or use them both for bonus points. Enjoy!

What’s wrong when nothing’s wrong
but that vague sense of bored
hangs upon you like paper-link chain
fragile but oddly reassuring

the heart longs to leap into action
but somehow the mind can’t move
caught in some kind of
boarded-up reaction

So I sit and contemplate
I ponder how to elucidate
this strange sensation that
perhaps it’s time to embrace

being bored

Til next time ~Peace Peeps ~JP

Friday Flashback – Part of the Plan

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.” 😉

Part of the Plan

Dan Fogelberg

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

Songwriters: Dan Fogelberg

Til next time ~Love when you can ~JP

Stream of consciousness Saturday – Adulting

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “key.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or use it metaphorically. Have fun!

The key to Adulting – coffee and startling amount of willpower


Credit awesome site

Til next time ~May you coffee kick in before reality does ~JP