Thought Salad

Tag: prose

  • The beach

    The beach

    Summer sun beat down As their squeals rang out Sand in the sandwiches And ants in their pants They frolicked the way Only children can Sand building castles Majestic and temporary Splashing with their compatriots As they stormed the shores With life jackets and inflatable boats Water too cold to swim long They dashed in…

  • Visitor in the night

    I bolted upright At 3 am Wondering why I was awake The quiet wrapped itself Around my soul Whispering Of someone’s fate A brush of wings Against my face Someone I couldn’t see I closed my eyes Tight As my breath ran away And said Goodbye To the visitor As they left Quietly In the…

  • Thursday dreaming

    Thursday dreaming

    Another episode of Thursday thoughts, on the heels of what may or may not be a cold. It’s one of those tickley bothers, the kind where you think any minute you’re about to get deathly ill with some virus, and may never recover, except it never really arrives- at least, not so far. I’m three…

  • Half day Monday

    Half day Monday

    I love half day mondays! This summer I decided that instead of taking a bunch of time off I was going to try to shorten my work week, Weather and responsibilities permitting. This is the first week where I’ve felt what that means, And so far, I’m digging it. This week, I worked only Monday…

  • Summertime, past and present

    Summertime, past and present

    Sunday has always been family day, for as long as I can remember. We would get up, go to church and have a potluck, or go to my grandparents or even go home and spend time in the garden together. I remember beautiful spring days planting with my grandparents, summer days riding bikes with my…

  • What’s in a name

    What’s in a name

    Have you ever anthropomorphized? Given a name To the inanimate, Or the inhuman? I believe we all Add a handle to things To explain our world, Make it our home We tell Fido he’s a good boy, Or thank Bessie for the milk. What about a car? What’s in a name? Does a Bucky drive…

  • Frīġedæġ

    Frīġedæġ

    Friday. I’ve started writing a story about a girl named Freyja, which feels perfectly appropriate for today. I love history. I love learning about other people’s history. It’s as though I can feel what someone else a world and a century away was feeling as they went about their normal lives. Friday is named after…

  • Midweek musing

    How did the week creep up so fast? Only two more days until another weekend and my to-do list has grown once again. The long weekend has gone and taken its usual toll, with fond memories and sleep deprivation all I have to show for it. Now I’m confused about where my time goes as…

  • Draws close, the end

    The scent lingers as I enter A hush over the room tells me I’m in a holy space I feel the weight of the air Silent and expectant Waiting For the moment when they shall usher Out an old friend I remember times when we spoke Good humour and wit And now I see eyes…

  • Time to live

    Time to live

    A long weekend of friends and family, Another celebration of life and living Each moment trapped in the crystalline gel Of time Strung together With beads of wonder Watching children play and grow Friends grow and change and become more dear Moments of life and living As time moves onward Carrying us all in its…