SoCS: Another Left Turn

The way I travel to work is filled with lines and blue skies and an airport fence. It’s straightness follows a curve, a detoured right turn, a left turn, then up a hill. Past houses both small and hugely expensive, past groves of green and yellow trees, past a trail crossing. Another left turn. Driveways on the left, a narrow road, the foliage of green weighs heavy on a barrier fence. Almost there and then I stop. The light isRead more

SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more

SoCS: Breathing Seasons

Breathe in Breathe out Lungs cauterized by winter’s frozen retort Stark trees bare their darkened soul Breathe in Breathe out Lungs refreshed by spring’s unprocessed reply White birch bare their newborn green Breathe in Breathe out Lungs parched by summer’s brazen song Limbs bare their sultry, layered bark Breathe in Breathe out Lungs clear and crisp by autumn’s chameleon chatter Leaves bare their red and golden hues Breathe in Breathe out Lungs expand and collapse by pages on the calendarRead more

A Familiar Pose

Quite often Sitting on the couch I witness A familiar pose of one in stillness Splayed Straddling Seemingly sad The other one sits in wait Ignoring Impatient with him He pretends the victim She stares uncaring He begs attention She wonders if it’s time to eat He feigns forlorn She says get over it He huffs his woe She leaves disgusted I stay sitting on the couchRead more

Four Lines, One Eye

“The light of love, the purity of grace. The mind, the music, breathing from (his) face. The heart whose softness harmonised the whole. And, oh, that eye was in itself a soul!” ~George Gordon Byron~ This post has been brought to you by a feline soul and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is the Queen of One-Liners and rules over her kingdom of followers. Check outRead more

SoCS: Oh, the Million Things!

Straining to feel spring Restraining from vulgar sighing Straining to find calm on the job Restraining from deadline stress Straining to finish a good book Restraining from adding another to the list Straining to people-connect Restraining from silent solitude Straining from the edible desires Restraining with duct tape Straining to attend the gym Restraining from giving up the fight Straining for daily gratitude Restraining from divisive politics Straining to find the written word Restraining from not letting that go StrainingRead more

Finding the Bathroom

I am this. The sullen smog from Jimi’s rock and roll guitar. The faithful mist of a a royal prince. The reddened azure of water’s vapor. I am not a sissy pastel, nor the good-for-nothing child of black and white. My soul is the first breath of spring’s vibrant columbine. My heart is filled with the liquid of amethyst jewels. I embrace the grandiose swirls in the sky of a rising day. Never will I be boring khaki pants, norRead more

SOCs: Soul vs. Sole

A warming soul Thaws into a puddle For a day Amid a sun’s swaddling Amid a cloud’s pouring Enveloped in glorious fifty And, then Ridges of a sole Hurry across frozen For a day Amid the pewter clouds Amid a snickering snowfall Enveloped in unwanted thirty Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus pointsRead more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

SoCS: A Firm Grip

I have a firm grip on blogging But I don’t Squeaking in a post, barely time to visit you I have a firm grip on exercise But I don’t Too tired, too lazy, too cold I have a firm grip on home filing But I don’t Piling up in the closet, higher and higher I have a firm grip on reading But I don’t Too many books, the list never-ending I have a firm grip on chefing But I don’tRead more

THEY are…

“Who’s the Baby?” ~Iliza Shlesinger~ She is The cuddler The one who lays against me and vibrates I cannot hold her in my arms but I love her still I cannot rub the squishy beige belly but willingly it’s offered She is The snoring machine The one who loudly makes her way through sleep The queen of her cat kingdom The Baby   He is The social one The one who kneads biscuits from human flesh I can hold himRead more

SoCS: Tins of Memories

Tin of mom’s pecan fingers Clove-pierced ham Cinnamon and butter yams Brandy-soaked fruitcake Tastes of Christmas gone by Tinseled, ornamental tree Magical lights of color Ruby red poinsettia Presents not quite hidden Sights of Christmas gone by Tinkly angel candle chimes Noisy jingle bells Choirs praising His birth Ripping wrapping paper Sounds of Christmas gone by Tinged by melty marshmallows and chocolate Incense of midnight mass Piney needles of a fresh-cut tree Dough, sugar, butter baking in the oven SmellsRead more