JusJoJan # 30 – The Beginning

Kapaa Beach Sunrise

The Beginning

In the end, no one will know
who we were, what we loved
why we fought, or how we died
In the end all that will matter
is how well we lived today
for each day, every moment
is filled with glorious second chances
to see the beauty in the sublime
no one can change the past
but let us change our futures
make right now … the beginning

For JusJoJan # 30 and SOCS

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!

 

 

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

The Song of Life

Wow, I almost missed this one. It’s been a crazy week, lots of travel, epic blizzards, you know. For Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

The Song of Life

Circe gazed with wonder
on the world that she had wrought
round and blue and perfect
but it was missing, quite a lot

The Dream

The Dream

I stood upon the meadow
and gazed up at the sky
my creative soul was empty
inspiration had run dry

The sun shown down upon me
as I stood upon the earth
ideas came a calling
just waiting to give birth

When I woke, my gravid soul
was filled with love and light
ideas and inspiration
a grateful heart’s delight

For Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Wall

For Kira’s Sunday Scribbles. Kira has given us a truly moving piece this week. Without further ado, I give you my interpretation:

The Wall

Long ago, there was a land
both fair and green
and the people there were happy
as they worked to build their dream
neighbors came from far and near
their fortunes there to find
and were welcomed to the new world
by people generous and kind

Darkness Lies Within

Darkness Lies Within

I woke one day to screaming
and realized it was my own
broken dishes, shattered glass
I shivered all alone.
For the darkness had come again
broken free from his cage
wreaking havoc and despair
with violence and rage
Tears fell from my eyes
and landed on the floor
I shook my fist at heaven
and then I cried NO MORE!
I swept the bits and pieces
and patched up every wall
and then I went inside myself
and built a holding cell
Made up of logic and of reason
it would hold the darkness well

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.

Teddy Bears and the Brigade

This week’s Kira’s Sunday Scribble left my in a quandary.  I really, really wanted to write a cute little poem about the brave Teddy Bear Brigade. But alas, the picture isn’t saying that to me and it’s screaming louder and louder that if I write some cutesy little piece about it, it will …. well I don’t know what but never underestimate the power of art or Teddy Bears! So, without further ado,

An Extraordinary Life

For Kiras Sunday Scribbles. All I can say this week is WOW, I mean like WOW. If you don’t already follow her, you really should!

An Extraordinary Life

Don’t weep for me when I am gone
no mournful dirge, no saddened song
in joy and memories delight
for mine has been an extraordinary life

The Box of Books

A poem inspired by Kira’s Sunday Scribbles. Do pop over and join in some great fun.

The Box of Books

Once upon a time in the land of hush-a-bye
long about the wonderful days of yore
The Muse came across a sort of box
bound with twine and locked with locks

The Fires of Life

For Kira’s incredibly inspiring Sunday Scribble — do come join in on the magic carpet of your imagination.

The Fires of Life

Flames rise higher in the night
Waves of fire in pure delight
fan the flames and feed the fire
send it scorching, higher, higher