Forever More

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt : More

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More footsteps

more voices

more muffled knocking on the wall behind my headboard

it’s only Summer and it seems like forever until Autumn gets here.


More whispers

more weeping

more windows with pale faces trapped in dusty panes of glass

it’s the middle of Summer and Winter is never going to get here


More midnights

more footsteps

someone is dragging a chair down the hallway rope in hand

I think it will be Summer forever and it will always be hot as Hell.

From Linda’s Blog-

Here are some the rules and guidelines for this Prompt:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. Have fun!

Yeah, I’m Here

Light Motifs II Prompt: Come Here Often? [socs]

On the 10th I officially put in 2 weeks of no fooling around, no cheating by running off to the store to get my socializing fix, keeping six feet away from people I did run into when I’m out walking my dog.

I didn’t sneak off in my car and drive around because I needed to get out and reassure myself that the world is still there. I know it’s still there and I know that I will be a less part of it then I am now- of that I am sure. So when I get back to it, I will get back to it.

In this regard I am like other people, I like to think about ‘ after’ the Stay At Home orders are lifted and what I’ll do and where I will go.

I have a few plans- going to take a few road trips and I’m not going to tell anyone where I’m going because  I really do hate anyone knowing exactly where I am and what I’m doing and what I’m feeling.

That’s why I post stupid memes on FB- my head is private real estate and I only share what is in it when I write. I’m comfortable with that. And people who find that those memes are all they need to know about me is fine too.

So  I have posted songs about two songs about homes – it’s how I feel about that joint in my head where I live and do time, where I play and plan and dream.


Above Me

 Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday at Linda G Hall’s blog is “figure.”

I figure that the blue sky is somewhere above the clouds- those always present dark black clouds full of crackling lighting, soft snow with teeth and rain -cold, brutal almost invisible to the naked eye, rain.

I think those clouds look heavy, they look like they could crush you- smoother you but they can’t. They are light and float under that Blue Sky as innocent as a newborn puppy with a black dot on it’s caramel colored ear.

No all monsters snap bones, drink blood, hide under your bed with butcher’s knives, marry your daughter and black her eyes  betray your son with his best friend.

Some monsters float above us and hide that Blue Sky for so long, we almost forget it was ever there.