Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!

How impossible not to linger —
To hold the wafts
To trail the nuance
Born of ether
From the speakers
Words echo
Winding in wisps and drifts
Of photographs and memories
Making days last forever
Fleeting minutes
While the number on the matchbook
Is now old and faded
Snuffed with insufficient altitude
Oh how I loved you



Sometimes Linda’s prompts create little poetry blurts that are a type of stream of consciousness writing. This one blurted while I was listening to Jim Croce and hearing the lyric “Oh how I loved you then…” I’ve been listening to Croce frequently lately, and though it was quite a while ago, mourning that he was taken so young, and wondering what could have been. His lovely songs are short, and I’ve been playing them over and over…