Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!…
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
The cold steals my Warmth
Some verse which exists just for Frankie…
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.
From the heart and mind of my eldest… I love you, Jordan Kohns! ..and as the air seemedto slip from…
mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
DAMN THAT FOOTBOARD
Remind me why I live here…
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
“Congratulations! You have advanced from…”
Well, I bagged it yesterday when I should have written (slept in gloriously – no regrets), so I’ll see if I can pull something out today.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like.…
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the…
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,