Clean and Smudged – SoCS

When you are sick, ill, mad
Whatever it is that stands
Between you and the world
There is a screen,
A filter, a glass
That obscures everything
And nothing at all
You see the world
In all it’s glory
Sharp and stark
Prickly and tearing
Soft and smudged
Watery and running
Nothing is ever the same again

Here is my part for Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Screen.

Simple Memories Are What I Have – SoC

As the days go by I found myself
Thinking often of the time we shared.
There was no other that I would have 
As the first to hold my heart.
Can’t go back to that time but
How I cherish the memories left behind.
My thoughts turn when I see
Even one thing left with me.
Not that they are tinged with sorrow, but
Tinged with light.
 

This poem and the video were what came to mind for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt: attach/attachment.

Opposing Rituals – SoC

Being the opposite of her husband helped with the prolonged ritual, for him at least. He was greedy and grasping and, above all else, a murderer of the innocence of the world.

She was the very antithesis of this and it had helped him to become more powerful.

Now she was finally able to use such a thing, the different ends of hope and despair in order to fuel her own rituals, small though they would be in order to build up the power stored within her shackles.

“The only way to keep something truly caged is to kill it within its cage.” she whispered in the silence of her own mind, “and it is impossible to kill a phoenix, husband.”


This little snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt of opposites. I was going to go for a longer post, but I just kind of died at this point.

Remembered Scene – SoC

image: sister and Oz, martha0stout's phone

image: younger sister and Oz, martha0stout’s phone

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just playing on my phone.”

“You’re not going to take my picture are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you doing? What the? That’s a flash! You’re taking my picture!”

“Stop hiding behind your cat, you look fine!”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

“Crap! Dropped my phone.”

“I’m not falling for that!”


This little moment in time was remembered because of the Stream of Consciousness prompt: scene/seen.

It’s the Little Moments – SoC

In the beginning there was darkness.

And then there was light.

Slowly, but surely there was order ascribed to the chaos that had existed before.

Because nothing can be made from nothing. Everything had to come from something even if that something was not understandable in a way that those that would come after could comprehend.

“Is this going anywhere?”

“Hush, I’m trying to teach something to our charges.”

“This sounds like it’s going over the head of a bunch of two-year-olds and a five month baby.”

“Comet, you are ruining the mood! I was going for seriousness here!”

“Sister, they fell asleep before you started…”

“That is hardly the most important point!”

The two, eons old though they may be, continued their argument as quietly as possible lest they wake the children they were watching.


This little bit was inspired by this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness prompt and a little bit about what life was like before the Galactic War.

The World is White – SoC

Can’t wait to hop out the door
Or scurry through the snow.
Not stopping to even take a breath
Since I know where I want to go!
Until this moment all winter long
My world has been nothing but grey
Eventually I knew that white would fill my day.
 
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image: from martha0stout’s phone

Well it finally snowed and then stuck for the first time this winter! It was wonderful to see the way the snow continued to fall all day long yesterday. The world seemed consumed by the gently falling crystals.

image: martha0stout's phone

image: martha0stout’s phone

This little poem was inspired by this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness prompt.

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The Grass IS Greener – SoC

She smiled at the others around her, glad more than ever that she had managed to excuse herself from the situation that her youthful folly had landed her in for so many decades.

In fact, it had been pushing close to a hundred years since she’d foolishly agreed to marry a man that had captured her attention as a young phoenix. The marriage had been horrible and a lot closer to her being a kept ‘pet’ that was used to create an ‘elixir of life’ for the man than anything else.

The woman shook her head slightly to clear away the cobwebs that such thoughts always caused and returned her attention to the young people that had come to visit her daughter and smied once more.

This was a much better life even if it was likely she’d outlive her own child.


Inspired by the prompt for this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness from one of the awesome people substituting for Linda.

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Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions