All the words, so many words ... not enough time to read them all, not enough time to release the ones fluttering around in my brain, looking for a way out. Words jealous of the sleep I take, and still they pile up, faster and faster ...
Empty mailbox
Draped in finery
Busy spider overnight
#AwakeAugust
8/17/2016
Small Stones
Prompt Response:
He slowly walks through to the other room, watchful for abandoned cat toys, like an infantryman traversing a minefield.
#AwakeAugust
Overcast skies
Segue to showers
Full Sturgeon Moon
8/18/2016
Small Stones
Prompt Response:
That moment when you realize the person you said was as dumb as a box of rocks may really be gathering a cairn of small stones through silent mindful observation ...
#AwakeAugust
Shyly she peeked around
A veil of luminescent mist
Silver pink blessings spilled
Across my upturned face
Ah, my Lady Luna
08/19/2016
Small Stones
Prompt Response:
Seeing the first brown leaf of the season, caught in a cobweb on the porch eaves, is like stepping into the ocean and finding the bright sun lied about the warmth of the water. Instant regret, for what might have been ...juxtaposed against what is.
#AwakeAugust
Semiannual NASCAR event
Guaranteed inclement weather
I love living in SW Va.
08/20/2016
Small Stones
Prompt Response:
Thunder rumbles, like a drummer laying down the beat for others to follow, as rain pours down and strikes a staccato accompaniment on the shed roof.
#AwakeAugust
People watching
Bodhran rhythms on the radio
Synched to the gait
As a man stomps to his car
Serendipity
08/21/2016
Small Stones
Prompt Response:
Like a day old helium balloon, the cat is draped across his lap, looking deflated and supple in repose. The man snores softly, unaware of his temporary role as a pillow.
I have a vision of Earth, healed ...
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