The Saga of Prosperous Snow Continues |
Saturday, August 13, 2016 A Polaroid of the Moon Embraced by night The sun's mirror lays Frozen in timeless splendor. Seas and oceans, Waterless and still, Are dark blotches against Luna's light kissed heights. The "Blogging Circle of Friends " prompt for Day 1367 Ring around the posy - a pocket full of.. .. .. What are you pockets full of? Ring around the posy A pocket full of rosy Ashes, ashes we all fall down. What are my pockets full of? The pockets of my spirit are full of numerous and sundry memories, emotions, and images. The pockets of my mind seem like junque drawers full of various items, odd and ends, or thoughts that worry-like from one nerve cell to another. My waking mind is never still because I have various worries, illusions, and thoughts running through it all the time. My mind is always active. My thoughts are always moving. The only time I can seem to focus is when I'm writing or reading. At those time I don't hear the echoes of memories or imagination flowing through the corridors of my brain. Ring around the rosy, A pocket full of posy, Ashes, ashes we all fall down. The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" prompt for DAY 888 What are your plans for the weekend? Do you do more writing on weekends or weekdays? I don't have any plans for the weekend. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe that's why I feel so down this morning. I took my walk around my part of the neighborhood. I encounter a few people who were going shopping or to work. I came back into the house poured myself a mug of coffee, reviewed a few items, and then composed the responses for this blog entry. What will I do the rest of the day. I will turn on the air conditioner because it feels like it's getting a little warm (probably an understatement). I think I will change my routine when I eat. Instead of sitting in the recliner, I will put my walking in front of the standing television tray and eat. |