My mind to rough doggerel rhyme did go. So the seeds of silly soliloquy did I sow:
Looking down upon new footprints in the snow. Whereas I, doth have no where to go. Save visiting his good-bye train. Whilst here in limbo, I remain. So as to not shed a tear, thus here alone shall I stay. As my one true [lost] lover’s train doth pull away.
image: © gsk
Silliness for Saturday Mix – Bastet 11.02.17 and Linda’s SoCS: so/sow/sew 11.02.17
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
February 15, 2017 at 10:51 pm
So sad, those end lines pack a punch.
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February 15, 2017 at 10:57 pm
Sometimes, we let the one true love slip away.
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February 14, 2017 at 9:47 am
This is a great piece …. silly and sad …. and slightly off-beat mad – the Bardess came out to play ;)
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February 14, 2017 at 10:04 am
Doggerel rhymes slip out — channeling Shakespeare be haps?
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February 14, 2017 at 10:07 am
LOL …. when I get rhyming …. all hell breaks loose and slips sideways into real time …. not just writing …. and it’s like being on an odd bender …. which, as I believe we’ve talked about before, we both know and understand, which makes for unusual hands in the game, when the other players clearly think one is insane ;)
phhhhttt …. ohhh sh*t …. it’s starting up …. and funny, I haven’t done the prompt yet, but my mind has been wandering towards the bardom ;)
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February 14, 2017 at 10:09 am
Me thinks tis proper and fine, should you choose barding rhymes. Once the doggerel barding bug has bite — well for other forms, that’s it.
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February 14, 2017 at 10:13 am
LOL…. and they’re off!
*sigh* …. ah’s well that chooses to play in a sandyboxed way ;)
I’m going to slip into the shower and scrub a layer or 3 off…. perhaps sink and soak too …. this weather is killing me …. maybe water will balance the pressure? sometimes it works …. so I’ll catch you later, perhaps ….
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February 14, 2017 at 10:17 am
A steamy shower helps. The pressure has given me days of headaches — the shower yesterday was a bit of a relief.
Hope it helps.
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February 14, 2017 at 10:21 am
thanks …. I hope so …. off to pour a cuppa tea and sing – off key?? LOL …. well, not really, ditch the singing …. but definitely need to try to work out the kinks ….
hope you feel better today and that you have much less pain ((((Lorraine))))
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February 14, 2017 at 10:28 am
Here’s to working out the kinks — but leave them in your writing — the kinky bits I mean.
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February 14, 2017 at 12:37 pm
LOL@kinky bits ….
steamed, soaks and scrubbed … and feeling rather looser now …. *ahem* …. so now: game play of the day – just take it easy.
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February 14, 2017 at 1:31 pm
Sounds like a plan.
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February 13, 2017 at 4:32 am
Ah so sad … and so suitable for both the photo and the train mental image – one can’t even tell you’ve a migraine — good go!
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February 13, 2017 at 7:27 am
Thanks — still have the headache unfortunately. Get them due to barometric pressure/weather changes and several fronts have been moving through.
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February 14, 2017 at 9:46 am
ughhhh ….. ((((((((((Lorraine))))))))))
I can so understand … even though I’m not headache-y as such, other than from smoking myself stupid, but the barometric pressure is literally crushing me …. damn weather …… so more hugs and hugs and secret wishes to whisk this pain away from you …. were there dandelions in bloom about ….
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February 14, 2017 at 10:01 am
Some where it’s summer. Dandelions might bloom there. Here it is winter — in my soul and in my back yard.
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February 14, 2017 at 10:03 am
no kidding … winter’s clutches deep and gnarly fingered ….and well, dandelions are native to Northern hemispheres …. so yeah, we have to wait ….. Bummer :(
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February 14, 2017 at 10:07 am
And wait as for me they are best when fluff — insubstantial, ephemeral, but carrying the spark of life. To pick a dandelion in full fluff, and send the seed parachutes floating — something I didn’t give up in childhood. Milkweed fluff and reeds/rushes have the same effect on me.
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February 14, 2017 at 10:10 am
we speak the same secret language here my friend ….. seed sisters at heart 💕
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February 14, 2017 at 10:14 am
<3 the dance of the fluff floaters
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February 14, 2017 at 10:18 am
I LOVE this ….. 💗
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February 13, 2017 at 3:58 am
Oh I like it and not a tissue in sight…
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February 13, 2017 at 7:18 am
what can I say, silliness took the day!
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