Flashback Friday – Reality

Reality

There are times
when the walls close in
and there’s nowhere left to hide
from the awful realness of life

When nothing looks more appealing
than the deep amber relief
and the sweet oblivion that waits
at the bottom of the bottle

It is then that I seek solace
in the strength of your arms
and there find my reprieve
from the horrors of the world

Where once again
the monsters of reality are tamed
and I see all the promise
of happily ever after
reflected in your eyes

This post inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday
and originally written on 9/23/18 for FOWC – bottle

Til next time ~Peace Peeps I’m off to do mystical Autumn stuff ~JP

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

Friday Flashback – Roll with the Waves

So, I went looking for a post from September 2 and none, zip, zilch, nada, niente. So, I’ve reached back to August 2, 2020 instead. What’s a month among friends right? Truth be told (oh wait does that violate fibbing Friday?) I am sick to the teeth of writing about changes and starting anew and Spoonieisms and well … life. Down deep I am a old hippie and that’s not just OK, it’s awesome! I am a unicorn riding, fairy following, flower wearing, body surfing hippie who’s still a bit miffed about not being a mermaid. OK, rant over; from August 2, 2020 …. Beaches

Curls

I was born to be a mermaid
but by nature was betrayed
to live this false existence
and walk this world on legs
the ocean’s song still sings
within my heart and mind
peace and calm engulf me
as I watch the waves unwind

This post inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Til next time ~roll with the waves ~JP

Thoughtful Thursday – The Soft Kiss of Autumn

from my polyvore collection, finished in paint 3D

Autumn Comes

Summer passed in a verdant haze
of growing things
herbs grew in my garden
with wild abandon
birds nested and fledged
mornings were greeted with
dulcet tones of birdsong
and harmonies of the lake

Summer wound her capricious way
through the year and my heart
dancing with wild abandon
until the air itself was exhausted
then settled into lethargic rest
as we settled in a hammock
Summer and I waiting for
Autumn’s gentle kiss

And so Summer slips into slumber
and I wake to cooler mornings
and dream of soups and stews
of beeswax candles and herbal teas
I wait with the tingle of anticipation
for the supernova of color
as Autumn paints the world
in the brilliant shades of her choosing

Come Autumn, and welcome

Til next time ~Breathe in the coming season ~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

The Poet and a Cow

A Cow’s Life

Summer grasses turning brown
as September beckons to me
with promises of flaming crowns
of red and gold on every tree

A cow contemplates the grass
basking in the sun she seems
quite content with her repast
and I wonder, does she dream

what thoughts are hidden in her mind
does she ponder me, I wonder
long-lashed eyes look deep and kind
she sheds a tear for the end of summer

word count 74

For Crimsons Creative Challenge #196

Til next time ~take time to ruminate ~JP

Unique Unicorns – a Stream of Consciousness Tale

For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our weekly prompt is a doozy Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!

“Do you know how you catch a unique unicorn? You ‘neak up on ‘im.” ~Timmy age 8

A unicorn peaking out
of the undergrowth
unyielding boughs bar the way
watching as more unicorns
in the ubiquitous forest play
a quiet little unicorn
shy and uncertain
utterly still little unicorn waits
until the moon comes to her peak
a happy little unicorn dancing
knows he’s no longer unique

Til next time ~may you undulate undeterred under the full moon ~JP