Sometimes I don’t know what I’m talking about which is why I use more words than necessary and sometimes it’s just to pound the idea in over and over and over again until you forget that it never did make any sense.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “choose your masks”. I interpreted this as what shows on the surface. That could be trees masking the morning sun or flowers masking the fertile ground.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The corona virus hasn’t got me yet and so I’m still smiling. Besides that, one of my poems, “Stronger”, appeared in The Lyric and a copy arrived a few days ago. This week I’ll be reading the other poems in the issue and hopefully come up with something else to submit.
11 And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; 12 Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. 13 And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.
Revelation 5:11-13 King James Version
And here’s a song that seems to fit those verses.
The moon approaches for a kiss. Her crescent smile appears like this And as she moves to greet the sun She's clothed in light til day is done.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. She provided the photo above.
Since none of us get very old Why stand in line to take this ride? Why worry what is left to hide? But demons tempt, "Don't leave your gold." We count all that our hands can hold. Around our magic carousel We hear the call of some church bell. We’re counting still. Wait til we're through. There's so much counting left to do Before the popping of the spell.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the word “ride” must rhyme on one of the B lines where the rhyme pattern is ABBAACCDDC.
I was at my station on Tower 5 overlooking Green Plains. We hadn’t seen a dragon in two months nor did we expect an attack from that side and since we were short of technicians they left me to guard the position alone.
When the sensors picked up the heads of more than fifty approaching, I confirmed the attack and fired the missiles which scrambled the jets. There was nothing left for me to do except wait sitting on the S10 as a last defense.
I can still hear the screeching of those who made it past our defenses. I didn’t expect to survive, especially when the tower dropped, but I hoped at least when I joined my family our city would.
Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story with the prompt word being “station”.
It is good to be patient and I patiently hope someday to be good enough.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “a splash of color”. Here are a couple of photos of flowers splashing color on the green and darkness below.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile this past week was that a short poem I wrote long ago was reprinted in Potcake Chapbook 7.
There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, in the end, “Thy will be done.” All that are in Hell, choose it.
C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, Chapter 9 from The Complete C.S. Lewis Signature Classics, page 506.
I recently heard Crystal Grimes’ song Pink Flamingo. It made me wonder if I could handle seeing all of the pink flamingos I hide behind come to life and fly away.
The interviewer wanted to know whether Bird was scared when he jumped out of the nest for the first time.
Bird said, “Technically I didn’t ‘jump’. I flew. My wings moved. Soon the nest was far below me. I don’t know how it happened. It’s not like jumping. There’s a difference.”
The interviewer wondered, “Really? What’s the difference?”
He clarified, “You see, any monkey can jump out of a nest. You know as well as I do what will happen. I’m not going to go there. But birds, well – how do I put this? We don’t jump. We fly.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch August 13 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of “first flight” for these 99-word stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 