Beware the obsession with wolves. I know the uncomfortable claims the moon rubs into my psyche because I’ve been there. It starts with the howl heard after midnight which calls to me, permeates my being, rattles in my bones and my skin ripples with shivers. If it was not for my neighbor who should be admired for his patience and bravery, I would succumb to temptation. As the letters of the howling sound scribe on my being to join the pack, he supervises and watchfully stands by while I shake off the pull of the wild.
Be mindful of the judging, the constant breeze from a hateful mouth spouting a still mind’s words. There are no longer filters, or a puzzle that might have been grounded in truth or empathy, no balancing on the wire of information, just perpetuated dogma. Films and videos from these seemingly mindless individuals is not what art is about.
Some thought it was a miracle. Others thought it was a sin. Who could possibly suffer this and still remain clean? She defied the water, breath remaining calm. Her hands came loose suddenly as the sun rose in the dawn. Miracle or devil’s work, only the woman knows.
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.”Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!
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Unless you have been living under a rock– which actually might be a cooler place to reside, you are HOT! And I’m not talking about those waiters in tuxedos I mentioned in an earlier post or the aging actors I find more appealing now than when they were young. I’m talking streaming smelly sweat hot and burn your legs on a car seat hot; frying an egg on your sidewalk hot—not that I’d ever do that, yuck! I am lucky to have air conditioning in my apartment but the rest of my family not so. My son in France is having a hard time trying to cultivate a garden in unprecedented heat and dryness. Fire warnings and actual unstoppable fires rage on. Hopefully September will bring relief.
The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical. ***Redwood National Forest
Goooood morning, bloggers! I know it’s old, really old….but it’s almost Saturday and the prompt is guess. I guess my family is grooving to the latest dance tunes at their friend’s son’s wedding. Strange when your kids have kids old enough to have a wedding. Great news came yesterday. My son in law’s father is having a new school named after him! I knew he was a wonderful man, I mean look at the son he raised! But this is a tremendous honor and I’m proud of him. I’ll leave you with an old Sam Cooke song, enjoy!
My first thought was a book I read a million years ago written by Steve Martin, “Cruel Shoes”.
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Of course I laughed and loved this book but I also wore cruel shoes before 1999 when I had back surgeries. I can’t imagine why you would want to wear a shoe that puts your spine off kilter and half your toes are either sticking out or unceremoniously smushed causing damage in other ways. Below is one of the short stories from the book:
CRUEL SHOES
Anna knew she had to have some new shoes today, and Carlo had helped her try on every pair in the store. Carlo spoke wearily, “Well, that’s every pair of shoes in the place.”
“Oh, you must have one more pair…”
“No. Not one more pair… Well, we have the cruel shoes, but no one would want…”
Anna interrupted, “oh yes, let me see the cruel shoes.”
Carlo looked incredulous. “No, Anna, you don’t understand. You see, the cruel shoes are…”
“Get them!”
Carlo disappeared into the back room for a moment then returned with an ordinary shoebox. He opened the lid and removed a hideous pair of black and white pumps. But these were not an ordinary pair of black and white pumps; both were left feet, one had a right angle turn with separate compartments that pointed the toes in impossible directions. The other shoe was six inches long and was curved inward like a rocking chair with a vise and razor blades to hold the foot in place.
Carlo spoke hesitantly… “now you see why… they’re not fit for humans…”
“Put them on me”
“But…”
“Put them on me!”
Carlo knew all arguments were useless. He knelt down before her and forced the feet into the shoes.
The screams were incredible. Anna crawled over to the mirror and held her bloody feet up where she could see — “I like them.”
She paid Carlo and crawled out of the store into the street.
Later that day, Carlo was overheard saying to a new customer, “Well, that’s every shoe in the place. Unless, of course, you’d like to try the cruel shoes.”
Well not a very pleasant one. I was elated last week to find in a yearly checkup that I had lost quite a bit of weight and my blood pressure would make a teenager jealous😂. However, blood tests came back saying all my dietary changes did not touch my cholesterol and triglyceride levels. I’m reluctantly picking up a script for a Med today.
One of my sisters and I inherited this condition from our mom. Even though mom dieted and kept active she couldn’t beat it, costing her life with a heart attack. That was 46 years ago so hopefully the meds are better now. I detest going on meds for anything and have done well without them but now if I’m to remain **immortal as my kids and grandkids say, I don’t have a choice.
**I have actually died twice in anaphylactic shock and my heart stopped for a while. Let’s not do that again🙄😂
So how is your day going? I hope you’re doing something fun.
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