The Woolies – a Stream of Consciousness … thing

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “wool.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

When I lived in South Dakota in our RV, thermal underwear were called “woolies” which seemed vastly appropriate. “Grab your woolies” was code for temperatures dropping below 0°f. These days it’s more likely to refer to my brain activity, aka “my head is packed with wool.” Ah well, the woolies are packed away for another year and I’ve got my sandals on. C’mon Spring!

Wishing you quiet rain on blossoms ~ JP

Morning – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

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

Cellophane Dreams – a Stream of Consciousness Saturday poem

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

I Am – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

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

Element of Air – a Stream of Consciousness Chant

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

Fire – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt is:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bowl.” Use it as a noun or a verb—use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Fire burn within my bowl
burn away all pain and fear
warm the corners of my soul
come into me as I inhale
the smoke of sweetgrass braid
give me strength to remember
they can’t make fire feel afraid

Elapsed time bicfok (butt in chair, fingers on keyboard) 20 min

Til next time ~May your hearth burn bright ~JP

Happy Place a Stream of Consciousness Poem

Happy Place

I’ve had my times of grief and sadness
I’ve had my days of joy and gladness
days when bruises covered my face
nights on my knees praying for grace
But yesterday’s sorrows are over
no more looking back over my shoulder
these days my time is more likely spent
weeding the garden or painting a fence
I’ve found my sanctuary, love and home
never again to face cold nights alone
joy suffuses the smile on my face
I’m here with you in our happy place

This post inspired by Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Happy Place.

Til next time ~Have a Spooktacular weekend ~JP

Where You’ll Find Me – a Stream of Consciousness Poem

On the edge of October
in the season of the witch
when breezes stir the leaves
my nose begins to twitch
the smell of Autumn in the air
redolent with spice and memory
and scrumptious colors everywhere
when with heart, not eyes, we see
in the space between here and there
that’s where you’ll always find me

Elapsed time: 12 minutes (to posting)

word count: 57

This bit of Autumn poetry inspired by Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!

Til next time ~Breathe in the beauty ~JP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Out of Spoons

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!

Worked on the deck, sanding, painting, you know WORK! Too out of spoons to give a fork, but “home” in some way will always remind me of the 13 years we spent in our house on wheels, the SS Minnie Winnie. Yep, that’s 13 years, full time two people in 200 square feet of living space. Let the good times roll.

“Home is wherever we park it.” ~Me and Superhubs whenever someone asked “where’s home?” 😉

Til next time ~Stay Wild Flowerchild ~JP

Mystery Solved a Stream of Consciousness poem

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