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SoCS: View

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The poem below is written for the prompt Stream of Consciousness Saturday, or SoCS.  It’s hosted by Linda G. Hill.  If you’d like to try it, check out her page for all the information. https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-1016/

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View.

To see. An opinion.
What you see looking out the window.
A year ago, I looked out the window
And the view was my dream.

11 months ago, the view went gray
And dismal.
A thick gray wind
Blew in off Long Island Sound
And hung around
for awhile.

Thought it blew away
with the new year.
For a few weeks,
The view was clear again.

But then the view turned into winter.
Cold, ice, snow.
Harsh winds blew in.
Window slammed shut
Shades pulled,
Curtain drawn.
Hunkered down,
Asking, Why?
The answer lay in the selfish, self absorbed grayness.
An answer, hidden from view.

Packed a bag and left town.
Heading for a warmer view.
Transition underway.

Leaving the winter view behind,
And the ice, and the icy hearts
No more slip-sliding on the sidewalks
in that mystic town of whaling ships and old fishermen.

Going, going, gone
Where the view is of manatee, dolphins
And soothing breezes rustling the palms.
Where the water is warm,
Icy winds never blow,
And thick gray mysts never hide the truth.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Like Flypaper, You’re Stuck to Me

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This poem was written as a writing prompt for SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday).  The prompt this week w as  your/you’re/yore.   Here is the link to Linda G. Hill’s site, who hosts SoCS, if you should want to join, or read other posts.  https://lindaghill.com/2016/08/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-2716/

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I know it’s Sunday, lol, but I just didn’t have time until this morning.  So here it is….

Like Flypaper, You’re Stuck to Me

You stick in my mind
Like flypaper
Covered with bits of
Memories we shared

Have you forgotten?
Your silence is fierce
More than your presence was.
It doesn’t quite let go,

No, I know you haven’t
Forgotten me.
Avoidance is your thing.
You’re fearful
Of losing what
You don’t really have.
You’re pretending
That our sweet time together
didn’t matter,
To make someone else
feel more important.

It doesn’t matter now,
But what was, was.
It mattered then,
It was sweet
It was good.
Your silence doesn’t change that.

Taking from me
Doesn’t give to her.
Your reasoning is flawed.
The days of yore
ARE,
They just are.

Love always, all ways.

 

By Deborah E Dayen

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Art

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This is a Stream of Consciousness Saturday post.  The writing prompt this week is “Art”.  for more information on this fun writing prompt, see https://lindaghill.com/2016/07/29/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-3016/.  Linda Hill has a great blog, and great ideas for writing prompts.  This is my second attempt at her SoCS.

ART

A picture was painted this morning
By the artist-at-large
In this world.

It is a sensory work of art,
the green of the leaves on the trees,
The blue of the sky
the scent of lavender,
the cool, almost imperceptible breeze,
rustling the leaves,
gently caressing my body.
The rich cup of coffee in front of me.
The sound of birds singing,
Neighbors dogs barking
And oddly the sound of cars on the road in the far distance.

I try to recreate the painting
With my words.
I try to make the reader feel it,
Because it seems too fabulous not to share.

I suppose that is what art is, to me.
The sharing of our emotions in such a way
As to evoke a similar response
Or a response at all,
From someone else.

I love art that makes me feel.
I love a book, or a post, or a movie, or a painting,
Or a piece of jewelry or pottery or a poem
That can make me cry, or laugh hysterically.

I want to feel.
Feeling lets me know I’m alive.
Art lets me know I’m alive,
When it makes me feel.
Inspires me to feel.

I hope that I also do that
In some small way
With my art.
With my writing,
Or my jewelry.
I hope it inspires people to feel.
Mostly to feel good.
To broaden their perspective,
To lift their gaze.

Or, just leaves someone a little happier for having run across it.
Art, is, it seems,
A wonderful way to extend love in this world.