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Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 20th, 2018

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “oc.” Find a word that starts with “oc” and use it in your post. Bonus points if you start and end with your post with an “oc” word. Have fun!

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O’Casey the ocelot screamed at two o’clock in the early morning of October 31st.

He was in charge of cleaning the giant aquarium at the Oceanside Museum, and it had to be done in the wee hours before the public came in to observe the underwater realms.

This being Halloween, he was a bit spooked anyway, and when the occupant of the aquarium, Toby the octopus, had given him a startle, by slithering from behind a decorative rock, he just lost all control.

O’Casey was a bit embarrassed on this occasion, especially as his scream had gone an octave higher than the piercing noise of a smoke alarm.

Toby just laughed and waved his arms around in a friendly manner. He loved playing a joke on O’Casey, and knew they’d remain friends for as long as they lived, even if they were both octogenarians.

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note: written with minimal rearranging of one sentence, otherwise just looked up some ‘oc’ words, and wrote as it came to me.

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© 2018 BS

 

FLOWER POWER?

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FLOWER POWER?

 

Scene: Busy Classroom

Characters: Tommy, the student, and a solar powered flower

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The teacher gave the students an assignment. They are quietly working at their desks. Tommy is looking around the room, thinking of something to write his essay about, and tapping his pencil on the desk.

Tap – Tap – Tap

FLOWER: Pssst, Tommy!

TOMMY: (looking toward the window sill) …Huh?

FLOWER: Don’t look so startled. It’s just me, the Flower. (nodding his flowery head) Yeah, I can talk.

TOMMY: (looks around the room to see if anyone is watching him) …But…how can you talk? You’re just a toy flower.

FLOWER: I’m a magic flower. Don’t worry about it.

TOMMY: What do you want?

FLOWER: I want you to write about me. You can make up some stuff, but make sure you mention I can only talk to you.

TOMMY: (smiling) Okay, but they won’t believe me. (starts writing on his paper)

FLOWER: (humming a little tune…waiting)

TOMMY: I’m finished writing. Can you read, too?

FLOWER: Nope, you will have to read it to me.

TOMMY: (reading) … Once upon a time there was a fake flower that could talk.

FLOWER: Fake? Fake? I’m as real as you are. Scratch that out.

TOMMY: Fine…(scratches through the word fake, then writes more words)

FLOWER: Well…are you done with my story?

TOMMY:  (writes ‘the end’ on his paper) …Okay, listen to this, Mr. Flower. “Once upon a time there was a toy flower that could talk to me, but only in this classroom. He was a pretty flower, but sorta weird. I think we’ll be friends forever.”

FLOWER: (smiling) I like it, Tommy! I think we’ll be friends forever, too.

TEACHER: (Looking over at Tommy) … “Tommy, stop your daydreaming, and get busy writing your paper. It has to be finished by the time the bell rings.”

TOMMY: (sighing) … “Yes ma’am.” (starts writing about a talking flower)

THE END

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© 2017 BS

LAMENTATIONS

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LAMENTATIONS

My God what have I done?

This crushing grief, no relief

I don’t deserve relief…

You are gone.

My own hand has driven you to the unknown reaches

Why, O why…

I look back, as if I’m someone else, in my anger, in my hatred

Of myself

Taken out on you.

I’m sorry is not enough, can never be enough.

I know that, yet I say…no, beseech you to understand.

It wasn’t me, it was never supposed to come to this.

You, of all people should know how one can be

Possessed of evil.

Oh, what I’ve done

I’ve destroyed an angel…

You

Your bright and holy belief in the good

In everyone…in me

There’ll be no trust ever again.

I see your eyes in my dreams

Your disappointment, your vulnerable soul,

Tarnished by me.

Will I ever be able to look at the stars again,

Knowing they (you) are mocking me?

I dare not look up into that dark abyss that

Reflects no light upon me, now.

I’d rip out my heart and give it to you, to bring you

Back to life,

Into my life once more.

If  by chance you return by way of the flesh, or

Ethereal vision

I need you to believe me when I say how much I adore you,

Love you, miss you.

I am shamed.

The betrayal I caused, taking advantage of your love for me,

Your patience, your teaching me the way of your world, and

Yes, your other-worldly, joyful, countenance has

Brought me to my knees, to prostrate myself and beg.

Beg for forgiveness.

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© 2016 BS

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Written for dVerse Poets as a Persona Poem … a dramatic monologue.

Poetics: Persona Poem

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