Hanging on by a broken thread.

I am loosing  my  tenuous  grip  on life

My place   in  the  scheme is  slipping  away

Am I  needed, as  mother , lover or  wife.

Slipping  further  in to  darkness  every  day.

 

The words more  bitter  and  harder  to  take

Loosing  those  I love , the  ties  cut as they leave

It hurts  as I feel   my  heart shatter  and  brake

Don’t  want  to pretend anymore  it is  too hard  to fake.

 

So I  bury  my  head  in  music and  try  to  ignore  the pain

Just  Hanging on  by  a broken thread.

 

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #147 Leap&Throb

This  week  our  Ronovan  of Ronovanwrites has  set  us  the  Weekly  Haiku  Challenge   with  the  words Leap  and  Throb.

Just  the  thought of  you

Will make  my  heart  leap  and  throb

My heart throb are  you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Leap out  of  the  way

If that  big  block hits  your toe

It will throb all day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

maxresdefault

Make  my  spirits leap

My heart throbs alongside  yours

Our Love is  tender.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rules  and Pingback here 

ronovan-writes-haiku-poertry-challenge-image-20161

K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge : Wood

Today  our  Prompt  for  K’Lee and  Dales  Comic  photo  challenge   is   Wood .

wp-1490570270495.jpg

So  here  we  go !

IMG_20170501_175540242The  dinning  room  table .

IMG_20170501_151822641

Tree bark  with accompanying  fungus, Ruby ( the  dog)  and  I  pass  this  daily  on  our  walks!

IMG_20170501_154518667

The  Archery  Hut  also  passed  most  days  on  our  walk! I  went  for  the  black  and  white  look.

IMG_20170501_175106772

The  coffee table and  living room  floor.

IMG_20170501_180432194

The  wooden  Giraffe!

IMG_20170501_180418083

The  sideboard ….. yes  I  do still have  a  sideboard!

Rules  and  Pingback  here 

And  also  here  at K’Lee’s Blog 

#CosPhoChal

 

Song Lyric Sunday: The Living Years: A day late.

Helen Espinosa of This Life One Word at a time said that this week:” our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is to post a song about consequences, good or bad.”


Sorry this is a day late. 

Rules and Pingback here.

So I thought about this long and hard and I  decided that I would pick on Mike and the Machanics song, In  the living years. 

It is such a classic song of consequences. In truth it is about father son  relationships and it rings very true but honestly the words could be applied to any relationship. We all put off to tomorrow what we should do today. There are so many things I should of said to my parents my sister who died two years ago,friends and somehow I didn’t and now it’s too late. It’s like opening​ a whole can of worms Helen .

I promise myself I shall not make the same mistake again but I know I will. 

The lyrics say it all. I have to put all the lyrics here as they resonate with me and no doubt all of you. 

Tissues to the ready.

Lyrics care of A to Z  Lyrics

The Living Years”

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Chelsea Ann Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Sacred SoulSongs

Sacred Paths and Detours

🐝 The Bee Writes...

poetry & posts about life & everything

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End

USUAL MUTTWITS

DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."

About the Jez of It

Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Music, Musings, Memoir, and Madness

"LIFE" ( You like it, I love it! )

"LOVE"-Keeping it real, and keeping it simple!

Our Eyes Open

Come along on an adventure with us!

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

Diary of a Dublin Housewife

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

As Always, More to Come

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general

Colline's Blog

a potpourri of thoughts and experiences

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

lynz real cooking

lynz real life

Darswords

Musings about Havenverse

From Cave Walls

The Journey Home

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter

like mercury colliding...

...moments of unexpected clarity

G-Bears Blog

Real Life - Hard Facts !

All in a Day's Breath

Art, Love of Life, Philosophy, Writing, Spirituality

Kevin Parish

Poetry, lyrics and other words...

Claire Ladds

Crime and dark fiction author

adamdixonfiction

Short stories from a fiction addict

Write to Inspire

Lance Greenfield - Night Writer

Thoughts by Mello-Elo

Books, Poems, Stories...and a cup of coffee, or two!

Tent Stories

The untold tales of paths trodden, fears conquered and battles won.

Jemima Pett

Writing and reviews with an environmental, science fiction, and fantasy touch