At the age of three, our son was a handful
Sometimes he was like a Tasmanian devil
Sometimes a whirling dervish
Sometimes a tempest in a teapot
(Exactly 27 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the challenge is “tempest” in exactly 27 words.
For this week’s Thursday Inspiration post from Jim Adams, he gave us the image above and the word “clouds.” I hope Jim doesn’t mind, but I’m taking a shortcut by reposting what I think is a relevant post I wrote on August 17, 2017.
“Look at the one on the right. It looks like a flag about to unfurl,” said Jenny, pointing toward the sky. She and her best friend Liz were taking a much needed break from their hike through the scenic, rocky terrain.
“It reminds me of that whirling Tasmanian devil cartoon character,” said Liz. “The one to its left looks like a firework after it exploded and the breeze has picked up the residual and is starting to blow it away.”
Staring at these clouds brings to mind that old Joni Mitchell song,” said Jenny. “Damn, I can’t think of the name of that song.”
“It’s ‘Both Sides Now’ I think,” Liz responded.
“Oh right,” Jenny said. The lyrics talk about looking at clouds.
Liz said, “Yes, I know.” She then softly sang some of the lyrics from the song.
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
“That’s beautiful,” said.
Both women sat in silence for a while, marveling at the ever-changing, wispy cloud formations as they traversed the skyscape.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “unfurl,” and for this week’s writing challenge from Sue Vincent for #writephoto. It’s a twofer!
And, as a bonus, here’s Joni’s song.
“Look at the one on the right. It looks like a flag about to unfurl,” said Jenny, pointing toward the sky. She and her best friend Liz were taking a much needed break from their hike through the scenic, rocky terrain.
“It reminds me of that whirling Tasmanian devil cartoon character,” said Liz. “The one to its left looks like a firework after it exploded and the breeze has picked up the residual and is starting to blow it away.”
Staring at these clouds brings to mind that old Joni Mitchell song,” said Jenny. “Damn, I can’t think of the name of that song.”
“It’s ‘Both Sides Now’ I think,” Liz responded.
“Oh right,” Jenny said. The lyrics talk about looking at clouds.
Liz said, “Yes, I know.” She then softly sang some of the lyrics from the song.
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
“That’s beautiful,” said.
Both women sat in silence for a while, marveling at the ever-changing, wispy cloud formations as they traversed the skyscape.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “unfurl,” and for this week’s writing challenge from Sue Vincent for #writephoto. It’s a twofer!
And, as a bonus, here’s Joni’s song.
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