Yesterday seemed a dreary day; although it was overcast it was still humid. Today I see the sun; but later day there are afternoon rain chances. As you look at news in my area, COVID-19 takes a back burner in the news. The double Gulf hurricanes are front and center. There are a few jokes regarding this happening this year; but it’s nothing to laugh about.
My AUGUST piece as well as the verse all center on being in a meadow. The narrator takes a walk through a meadow, sits under a tree and writes in their journal. Instead of enjoying the beauty of nature, they are focused on writing. This came to me as I was waking up yesterday. I think it had to do with something I was reading the day prior. Sometimes my mind whirls like a tornado with words, fragments and ideas. I need to get them out of my head and onto paper, into a word document or in my note app.
Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Monday again. Make the best of today and have a blessed day.
Until tomorrow....as always Stay Safe.
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August 23rd....DAILY THOUGHTS I see the sun today....yesterday overcast all
day....afternoon chance of rain as always
Again COVID-19 takes a back burner this
weekend in news....double hurricane in
the Gulf takes precedent
Thinking about something I read early this
morning....with a double Hurricane could
Godzilla be far behind....it was sort of
funny
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AUGUST 23rd
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Against the tree trunk I rest, it shades me
from the sun
Under Mother Nature’s canopy relaxing with
my journal 📔, I begin to write
Great ideas come at odd moments, need to
get them down on paper immediately
Unaware by what is happening around me
as I jot my thoughts
Sounds of birds in the tree, sight of
butterflies flittering by, unaffected am I
The words I write my only concern at the
moment
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UNAWARE
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Carrying a backpack I stroll through the
meadow
Wildflowers growing here and there make a
lovely carpet
Butterflies flutter past me
Buzzing bees and tweeting birds I hear
A group of trees stand stately to one side
sentinels watching over the field
My thoughts whirl through my mind
a tornado of words swirling in a circle
Taking a short break, I walk towards a tree
Opening the backpack remove the old quilt
place it under the oak to sit upon
Grab my journal and favorite pen
the journal blank page a canvass waiting
for words
I jot the twirling words from the whirlwind
in my head onto the paper
Unaware of the sounds, smells and sights
surrounding me in the meadow
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