No clue Hey me too But don't be blue Join the crew
Haven't the foggiest When we're the groggiest Making life the shoddiest Like a well meaning hobbyist
But
I know What I know Until I know Something different
Do share If you think you Know different
Even seeming indifferent More likely ambivalent But I remain diffident
Spanning irreverent To the irrelevant Like the room elephant
The word(s) for today is(are) No Clue! We humans like to “know” things and to be right. I’m the first to agree, well, maybe not the first, that uncertainty is uncomfortable. I don’t even have a clue about the temperature outside. My phone says one thing, my actual thermometer says another thing, and the national […]
Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 7 November 2024 — DELUGE. Create a post (words/images/both) inspired by this word! Just a reminder, anyone can join in. Link to this post by creating a pingback, or paste the URL of your post […]
One thing is for sure; When no bad decision goes unmade, that's a clear loud warning to the world that I got my #mojo workin'
If you put an #apple on the top of your head, don’t be surprised if some bozo with a bow tries to shoot an arrow through it. Causation Correlation What do you think of them apples
#aware of a doomed life lived confined within a house of yellow leaves
Smeared over life's time mirror On every surface in evening chambers Smashed sconces Broken bottles Tumbled tumblers Soiled sheets Base fruit of nocturnal Past amorous #alacrity clambers
parked out in the woods the hunter's moon shining bright teenage #ardor flowed
Too much rigidity May maintain servility While preying on fragility Ushering in a proclivity Towards delightful serendipity Encouraging faux #avidity Leading to soul's morbitity Resulting in lividity
The seasonal tradition of bobbing for eels will be commencing shortly.
With the earth's life heat Dispersed to the void of space No longer #ablaze Another sad dead planet Stripped of it's resource and spark
I conjure up my greatest work of fiction self story of my past
The thing I know for sure is how a film and track can be edited to tell a story in almost any way you wish. Fact and fiction spliced in any whimsically oppressive order to display a completely different timeline from the source. Ever shifting points of view filtered through hard won biases. Good thing memories are not like videotape playback. In fact memory is infinitely fungible. Just ask any eye witness three hours after any event.
Rewrite my fiction Delete browser history Refreshing new page
The word for today is Fiction! No, wait a minute, the word is real, but it’s fiction. OH man, no way to be clear. What’s your take on fiction? Is there any truth to it? Do you write it? Read it? Tell it? Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story… Then link to this page. Please tag […]
Shoes for Industry! Shoes for the Dead! – Firesign Theatre
Monday morning meaning has gone through many permutations through my days. From hope to dread. Trepidation to turpitude. Triumph to terror. Always a turning point highlighted by a calendar infused post industrial revolution angst about gain and loss, productivity and projections. The get some ethos of our time.
No longer just another day of existence, it was a morning where I stepped back into the world of commerce and played the role I had chosen, or was chosen for me, out of necessity to earn my daily bread by hook or by crook; as was glorified on the entertainment platforms and corporate shill magical moments; to make me want what I had been shown to really really need to be happy.
Yes, and I helped. Daily blur, became weekly blur, folding into yearly blur, cascading down through decades of blur. Just make it through another day so I could make it stop.
The good blur. The productivity blur. The compensated blur. The blurry blur.
Then I got a new role and worked evenings and weekends. Friday afternoon became my Monday morning, with all the same alchemical needs. Only later in the day, and frankly with much less stress. It was just a job and no longer a career. I could cruise on through the five day cattywampus week, with only daily task mapping to keep my steps to a minimum, and as a result, the pain to a minimum.
Now, with those calendar deadline days behind me, and aging into the time of life that medical care could not bankrupt me; I have distilled Mondays down to their essence into this haiku.
Sort
Monday morning sort. What to do? What to read? What to post on my feed?
So I’m sitting at my desk which is nowhere near as nice a desk as the RDP prompt desk picture, and with nowhere as nice a view as the said desk has. Instead I will regale my RDP friends with the stale crusts of my week of #haikufeels prompts instead.
A Scroll Threw Life 