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Helen Keller knew then that ‘w-a-t-e-r’ meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over her hand but being able to say this word on March 3rd, 1887 awakened her soul, gave it light, hope, joy, setting her free!  We cannot see thoughts or ideas, but they have a way of becoming words, and when Descartes was contemplating his own existence, he said “I think therefore, I am.”  The human brain controls the vocal folds of the larynx, or voice box and the lip, tongue, and throat muscles, which are needed to produce sounds.  Brain cells located in the dorsal laryngeal motor cortex area encode the command signals that are sent to our mouths, and our muscles move in response to these signals so we can produce the correct words relating to our thoughts.

I imagine that words can spur thoughts, especially when you are trying to say something that is stuck…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153

awake and alert
the mind focuses
on the tasks at hand
thoughts aligned to achieve results

i am pleased

day dreams slip in
swirling from one fantasy
to the next
thoughts drifting in pleasure

i am captured

sleep beckons my attention
wide awake with intrusion
no, thankfully not tonight
thoughts cease momentarily

i am relieved

nightmares force me awake
jumbling incoherent images
rousing heart-pumping emotions
thoughts gone haywire and weird

i am frightened

always pondering
images, words, feelings
flitting in and about
never-ending and overbearing

sometimes...they land on paper chapters closed and resolved they remain in my heart and mind not quite addressed, fearful of consequences i yell them at the hologram before me the need to purge anger arises they land on my cheeks the need to feel overwhelms i push them into the deep recesses, locked away remaining hidden from…

Reenais the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

PROMPT #153

Questions

1. How do my thoughts get processed into words?
2. Or do my words spur thoughts?
3. How do they interact?

WORD CLOUD

I tried using a free word cloud generator for the first time, and found this.

IMAGES

I looked around for images that come close to the theme, and found these.

I invite you to apply your creativity, and come out with any form of expression – fiction, poetry, essay, song, art, photograph – absolutely anything that takes your fancy.

So, here you go ….

~*~*~*~

Like a seed when sown in fertile soil

When an idea is embedded in my brain

It slowly takes roots and throws out a shoot

It needs a bit of prompting a little bit of probing

It blossoms into a full-fledged story or poem

Sometimes it amazes even me when it finds expression

In…

I am,

A museum full of art,

A deck full of music,

A palette full of hues,

Surrounded by,

Convictions that echo,

Perceptions that assume,

Theories that convince,

Life is rosy ,

Say the one viewing from a distance, other than you,

But,

How would the one, experiencing it view?

Care to be in his shoes?

55 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 152 . The challenge for this week is to use the given phrase, “I am a museum full of art and a deck full of music, but….”. I’ve used broken up this phrase and used it in three different places. Thank you Sadje for running the What do you see challenge # 47. The challenge is to use the above photo as an inspiration for your piece of writing. Thank you all for stopping…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152

PROMPT 152

“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but …..”

You can use this as the first line, or somewhere in your piece.

“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, “

Copyright Roger Bultot.

Flotsam, the kind of debris that ends up in the sea by accident…  accidents of carelessness, misfortune, or simply caused by the passage of time.  The flotsam on the pavement outside their apartment comprises chipped crockery, torn clothing, empty plant-pots, broken picture frames and the like.

Jetsam, on the other hand, is the stuff that is deliberately thrown overboard, sometimes in distress, occasionally in anger or just as a last resort, simply to lighten the load.

Which was I, she wonders, turning the rubbish over with her toe.

It’s not often I come in under 100 words, but here I am at 89, and couldn’t think of anything else to add. I suspect the Friday Fictioneers leader has no problems hitting it right on the button each week.  Thanks for all you do, Rochelle.

We’re just a moment in the end

having played the cards we were dealt

with joy and grace and love we felt

as our time and space and life blend

and small voices in our heads wend

chanting I am a museum full of art,

and a deck full of music hearts

but is there someone who may think

of us, write and draw us in ink

and speak of moments we were part

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Reena’s exploration challenge – I’m a museum full of art and a deck full of music but…

Sadje’s what do you see

Ronovan writes Decima challenge – Blend in A abbaaccddc

Go Do go cafe Tuesday writing prompt hosted by Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda – in the end we were just a moment

MindLoveMisery’s Michael’s Sunday writing prompt – cards

I am a museum full of
art, and a deck full
of music,
but none
tries
to
visit
me any
more – art and music
are meant for my soul consumption

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 152