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.๐Ÿ˜Š. 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.๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Colleenโ€™s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 95, โ€œHappy & Morose,โ€ #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 โ€“ 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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

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

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน
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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers form then gave my life tiers

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

We had to learn to grow and thrive.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

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

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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!

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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 .

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

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.

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

Terza Rima Day 31. Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poemโ€”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 monthโ€™s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

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