The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 4/19

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Good morning, and welcome to your Friday Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt! We’re back to our regularly scheduled whatever prompts rather than being limited to a letter of the alphabet. Phew! That was quite the month, wasn’t it? Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fall from the sky.” Write about anything that falls from the sky–real, imagined, or idiomatic. Have fun!

After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here to this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!

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what can i say

the trance floats my feet across London Bridge where i meet the Sex Pistols for tea then i met the Dalai Lama for goat yoga and he read the Scottish Play to me i raised my head down from the clouds to capture the perfect hue of turquoise when Loololama cusped my hand to teach me Hopi geometry upon seeing the bracelets of my thoughts in such opulent colors Billie and Frida brought May West and we had a slumber party in the morning Rosa and Harriet took me to church in Aretha’s Pink Cadillac after June and Johnny sang Amazing Grace Bowie said to Lou Reed if she falls from the sky she’ll break her nose all the while Mother Teresa looked to Peter as she wildly agreed and while he did not stomp his feet Archangel Michael was ordered to fly me down and he dropped me off between Normandie and Western

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

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#writephoto

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 8th May  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an ornately half-timbered house, bowed by the weight of centuries.

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday May 9th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up. Please visit and read the stories and poems…

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azures

heaviness in me

holds me down against the earth

my eyes while open

are deprived of your beauty

sinews in my brain toughened

hell hounds sucked bones clean

drowning of thirst for freedom

formidably sad

azures of my soul died away

my tear lands in the shot glass

Pay It Forward Thursday- May 02, 2019

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The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.

You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.

Happy reading!

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“Do You?”

there are some days when we miss our mother no matter what circumstances might have brought us apart. the spirit of this offering captures the spirit of a woman i admired and loved, but hardly knew. thank you, Jen for this amazing work of art.

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saddled shoes, shorts, bandaided knees

running where don’t know, on asphalt jungle chasing

tag your it on summer Nicky Nicky Nine doors clear

nights before the lights came on clean streets beddy-

by dreams Flintstones and Mickey Mouse.

Knee-highed socks and pigtails Camel hair coated,

camel Clarks listening to classical music to

Quell the pain, Barbie got Ken who cared some

war broke out somewhere and a Wall. Three initials JFK

something about bombs from some Niki some

place called Cuba pulling tabs on sodas personal, computers?

JFK shot! killed on Daddy’s Birthday, Marilyn selfy.

Minied skirts and loafers hoping pointed toes lost fashion

settling for Mary Jane empires buckle clips left behind.

Red Skelton, Lucy and Ralph our Heroes while

trading in mood Rings for Ouija boards twisting

through checker watching Go Go Dancers do their thing,

no go bouffant that’s, So, Aunt Jean I’ll do the locomotion,

Duck…

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2 steps

drift to sleep

under the hazy sky

blue cowboy boots

laying down in my truck

Twinkie crumbs

on the corners of my mouth

my left braid coming undone

the memory comes in chunks

hope to sleep

under a halogen light

no shoes or socks

stuffed into the couch

kale smoothie

not on my tongue

my mane’s too tame

the thoughts torn asunder

the eviction notice

pulse

warm sand

blue like glass

light flows through us

moon gathers the waves under her silence

our electricity blends into sound

whispers of rose

tinted dream

hold me

tight

move

slowly

the spirit

into my place

where the gods turn into earthly mortals

and will be toiling like the first Adam

and the daughters

of giants

polish

stone