The Escapist’s Colouring Club, end of July beginning of August.

Aha! Are you all sitting down and not holding anything prescious! Here is July’s picture done and dusted on time! I have worked hard on this one and I am actually very pleased with it.😊. Here is how it started out.

And here is how it is today.

It may not be perfect but it certainly helped while away some time after I injured my ankle.

An so to my next month’s torture, I mean project. Tada !!!

I look forward to seeing Linda’s and everyone else in The Escapist’s Colouring Club’s pictures .

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Good luck everyone.😊😊

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 95, “Happy & Morose,” #SynonymsOnly

Here is my entry for Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka.

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Two peas in a pod

So alike but different

So opposed t’was odd

One always bright and cheerful

One so depressed and tearful.

Twittering Tales 95 Raindrops on Glass – 31 July 2018

This is for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales prompt. Rules and Pingback Here.

Rain on the window.

Just another day she thought as she watched the rain on the window. Another coffee she decided. Why not there was no rush, no point trying to get out. It never worked he always found her and brought her back.
People out there in the rain living their lives. Unaware of her plight.

(279 Characters)

Terza Rima .Life

Here is the entire Terza Rima, all 31 stanzas/ tercet. Please don’t forget to read Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty‘s complete monthly offerings too.

Life… A Terza Rima,

I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

I walk daily amid madness and strife.

🌹🌹

When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.

🌹🌹
I learned to read and write at school.

Yet they did not want me to think

I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.

🌹🌹

I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

🌹🌹

Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers form then gave my life tiers

🌹🌹

Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds
Hold on to them as I may they slipped away

Like so much detritus blown around the bins.

🌹🌹

Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

🌹🌹

I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice

No one was unkind no tears burned me

Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.

🌹🌹

Married, they all said, your but a baby

I was determined though, afraid to be left alone

So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.

🌹🌹

Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home

Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids

Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown

🌹🌹

For a while all is bright and darkness fades

What the future holds I do not know

I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades

🌹🌹

The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

🌹🌹

And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life , newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

🌹🌹

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

We had to learn to grow and thrive.

🌹🌹

It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.

🌹🌹

We had a girl who could not stay

Then a boy who nearly didn’t too

But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.

🌹🌹

We had to move down west to pastures new

Fresh start with baby on the way

Staying with in – law’s a tricky thing to do.

🌹🌹

Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay

Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness

Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.

🌹🌹

Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed

Hubby worked away I was so alone

Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.

🌹🌹

Back to London and my Mum’s home

Finding comfort in family and the old familiar

For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.

🌹🌹

At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.

The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain

Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!

🌹🌹

The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.

I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.

Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.

🌹🌹

I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived

As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house

Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.

🌹🌹

I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.

I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.

I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.

🌹🌹

Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers

The boys grew and flourished they were so my life

Then we moved house again to our forever home .

🌹🌹

It’s never easy being a mother or a wife

It pushes you and stresses you to your limit

Being a mother is not easy either but it brings joy and meaning to your life.

🌹🌹

Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

🌹🌹

The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretch and torn

Yet two staying close I really can’t complain.

🌹🌹

Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.

🌹🌹

Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

🌹🌹

Terza Rima Day 31. Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

~~~~~~~~~~
Installment 31 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #212 Sates&Fuels

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Rules and Pingback Here.

Two very different Haiku.

Image from Pixabay

Jealousy fuels you

Watching everything I do

Fear sates my desire

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Image from Pixabay

Rain sates nature’s thirst
It fuels cause for rejoicing

Green shoots through earth burst.

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Terza Rima Day 30. Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all long.

~~~~~~~~~~
Installment 30 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 7/29/18 Street.

This is my entry for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday.

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This week’s prompt is Street.

Well there are so many songs about Streets, classic and modern. So again Helen has made us think long and hard about this one.

I am going back to 1978 when I 25years old, I only had two boys then. Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty knocked me sideways, unlike most of the songs around then it was melodic and to me perfect, I love it still to this day! Brings back so many memories.

Baker Street.
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It’s got so many people, but it’s got no soul
And it’s taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re trying, you’re trying now
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re crying, you’re crying now
Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything
He’s got this dream about buying some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he’ll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know he’ll always keep moving
You know he’s never gonna stop moving
‘Cause he’s rolling, he’s the rolling stone
And when you wake up, it’s a new morning
The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
And you’re going, you’re going home

AtoZ Lyrics here

#songlyricsuday

Terza Rima Day 29. Life.

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretch and torn

Yet two staying close I really can’t complain.

~~~~~~~~~~
Installment 29 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

Terza Rima Day 28. Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Today stanza is not technically correct, the last line dose not rhyme with the first.

Life… A Terza Rima,

Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

~~~~~~~~~~
Installment 28 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

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