Today is the final day of Just Jot It January brain child of LindaGHill‘s blog. I am a little sad I will miss the imputus of having to post. I have had a sinus and chest infection for 12 days now and having started antibiotics yesterday I have developed nasty side affects. Joint pains and weakness. So it is published or pass out! I am not moaning (well not too much) what I am saying I am duty bound to do Day 31 of #jusjojan.
The Just Jot It January 31st prompt, brought to you by Lorraine of My Frilly Freudian Slip, is: “Detritus.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Lorraine as well! Here’s her blog: https://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com/
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This day 30 of Just Jot It January, the brain child of the Lovely LindaGHill .
The Just Jot It January 30th prompt, brought to you by John Holton of The Sound of One Hand Typing, is: “Blue.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to John as well! Here’s his blog: https://thesoundofonehandtyping.wordpress.com/ .
Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.
Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.
The grapes and olives grow anew as for centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.
The view from the castle rampart high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand they live and breathe past and future hand in hand.
The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.
Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.
So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.
This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve have seen love and grief joy and strife.
I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living united. I pray God that lasts.
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This is my post for Just Jot It January, from LindaGHill‘s blog. I believe that history is circular and nothing is new. What has happened before is lingering on in the now and always will be.
The Just Jot It January 29th prompt, brought to you by KL Caley of new2writing, is: “History.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to KL as well! Here’s her blog: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/about-me/
In 1964 the Beatles released “I’ll follow the Sun” I was then 11 years old ingand even though I was a huge Rolling Stones fan this song stuck a cord in my heart and always will. On my darkest days you can often find me sing this song!
THE BEATLES LYRICS
“I’ll Follow The Sun”
One day you’ll look to see I’ve gone
For tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
Some day you’ll know I was the one
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you will know, oooh
One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
Yea, tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
And now the time has come
And so my love I must go
And though I lose a friend
In the end you’ll know, oooh
One day you’ll find that I have gone
But tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun
In 1967 I was 14years old, I was going to Top of the Pop when I could, parents and Homework permitting. I had met my husband and and in three more years I would be married, give me another two years and I would be having my first son.
So Traffic and Paper Sun always makes me think of sunny day that were full of fun…. well that is what the music brings to mind , the reality was nothing of the sort.
The video is very odd and has nothing to do with the song? But it is interesting in a weird way and it shows the group together which is rare as they split up due to artistic differences.
The weather here is wet damp and nasty, we had a bout of freezing fog and frosty ground , which was better than the horrible weather we have now. I am dreaming of the sun and feeling better.
TRAFFIC LYRICS
“Paper Sun”
So you think your having good times
With the boy that you just met
Kicking sand from beach to beach
Your clothes all soaking wet
But if you look around and see
A shadow on the run
Don’t be too upset because its just a paper sun
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun
In the room where you’ve been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter’s all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split when day is done
Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
Standing in the cool of my room
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
Too much sun will burn!
When you’re feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can’t make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles your crying
From your cheek have just begun
Dont be sad, good times are had
Beneath the paper sun
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
The boy who had given you so much fun
Has left you so cold in the paper sun
Then of course if all else fails there is always Mr Blue Sky by ELO Released in 1977 a true Happy Classic!
Please enjoy my three Sun offerings and my trip down memory lane . Goodness knows I need some sun now!!
These songs are my entry for Song Lyric Sunday provided for us by the fabulous Helen Espinosa of The Life One Word At A Time.
Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to celebrate the sun. You can interpret it any way you’d like through music, meaning you can even post a song that only has the word “sun” in it, or really any other way you can fathom.
Today is now day 28 of JusJoJan post from LindaGHill, so link back here and combine it with Stream of Consciousness Saturday style. Here’s your prompt for this week:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January is: “wood/would.” Use one, use both, use them any way you would like. Have fun!
“What WOULD you say if I sang out of tune WOULD you stand up and walk out on me.”
“So I lit a fire isn’t it good Norwegian WOOD” Beatles lyric’s from “A little help from my friends” and “Norwegian Wood”
English is a strange language and many words that sound the same have completely different meanings… not to mention spellings. Now I am not going to mention them all as time is tight and the prompt only calls for Wood/ Would or both.
Today is day 27 of Just Jot it January over at LindaGHill‘s blog. So today Linda said :The Just Jot It January 27th prompt, brought to you by Cyn of That Cynking Feeling is: “Incomplete.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Cyn as well! Here’s her blog: https://cynk.wordpress.com/about/ .
Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 1st February and link back to Sue Vincent’s post here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this her post on her page here .
Time no longer meant anything to Guy he was too tired to care . The melt down he had had at work yesterday was the very last straw. He had thrown his laptop at the wall stuck his finger up at an astonished team leader and walked out of the office. Calling over his shoulder any problems in the States don’t bother to call me.
He had got into his car and driven home ( he still felt the huge house in the county where his parents lived as home . ) They were delighted to see him, they always were, he decided not to tell them how he felt just yet. That could wait, he needed rest.
Later that night when everyone had gone to bed he sat in his favourite spot in the house. It was in a small alcove in the hall by the grandfather clock. As a child he had hidden here many times, it was always cosy as the fire in the nearby fireplace was never allowed to go out. The view was then as it was now magical. The oldest stair case in the house in view with the Black suit of armour peeping out from behind the curve of the stairs.
Guy found himself crying, silly sod, he thought way are you crying. It was the job, good and as well paid as it was it did not warrant the pressure it put him under. No they would have to do without him for a while and if they couldn’t then so be it they could bin him off.
Wiping his eyes he thought back to when he was a child and the game he had played . He would put the black helmet under his arm ( it was far too big for him in those days) Then he would creep up the stairs. He thought for a second concentrating on his memory. Slowly it came back to him there was a beautiful woman at the top of the stairs. She had always told him that she would wait for him . One day he would return to her as a man, a knight in shining armour.
Crazy, he smiled to himself , everyone had played along saying it must be Lady Olivivia. She had been betrothed to Sir Guy. He had been killed in the Crusades his armour had been brought home by his Squire and had ever since stood were it was to this day. Poor Oliviva had died within weeks of the Armour returning. In the room at the top of the stairs and all through the ages between then and now she had been up there waiting for the return of her love Sir Guy.
Guy sat quietly remembering the lady he was sure he had met on more than one occasion in his childhood, he remembered how beautiful and how kind she was to him. Suddenly he new what to do… he went across to the suit of armour and put it on ..to his his surprise it fitted him like a glove. Carefully he climbed the stairs, as he reached the room at the top of the stairs it was as he remembered it. Warm and cosy and there in the chair by the window sat Lady Olivivia. Guy she said with a smile, the soft candle light highlighted her beauty…. at last my waiting is over. As she stood to greet him he knew that here with her is where he had always yearned to be.
In the morning Guy’s parents found him dead in th alcove opposite the ancient stair case . The verdict was suicide but the truth is that Guy and Olivivia lived happily ever after.
Today is day 26 of Just Jot It January over at LindaGHill‘s Blog. OH! Linda is back now and in charge until the end of the month and the end of jusjojan.
The Just Jot It January 26th prompt, brought to you by Kelli of Forty, c’est Fantastique! is: “Extraordinary.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Kelli as well! Here’s her blog: https://fortyandfantastique.wordpress.com/ .
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