Drowning.

Drowning

Cold

Can’t breath

Lungs bursting

Pain exploding

Out of time and breath

Drowning I sink deeper

Darker ever the light recedes

I am trapped hopelessly in weeds

Held fast I silently breath my last

So sad, there’s nothing to flash before me.

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Wasted

Pointless life

No one will miss

I leave not a mark

Unseen, unheard, undone

Wasted years lost on cold hearts

No songs for me, I was not free

Unloved, uncared for, useless, wasted

Lost from the beginning I could not see.

Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Yearning.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water

Is it dusk or is it dawn .

He no longer knows

Yet he see the shine on the water as out to sea it flows.

Lost to to us, he is so forlorn.

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Waking she wonders what will today be like

She yearns to talk to him and see recognition in his eyes

He is just like a dizzy child, who her patience tries

Impossible to cope all conversation trite.

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We are strangers he no longer knows us.

Though he has watched me grow for more than sixty years.

He is a prisoner now of lost hopes and fears.

We yearn to have him back.

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Alzheimer’s is a cruel thief

We yearn for a return of memory

Like sunlight on the sea

From it clutches there’s no relief.

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We visited my sister and brother in law today. It was a 12 hour day, full of laughter because if you don’t laugh it would be too sad. My sister robbed of her loving husband and best friend for over 60 years. Alzheimer’s is a curse it affects not only the suffer but everyone they love.

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One-Liner Wednesday. Alternative Dictionary.

Today for LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday I have an entry for the Alternative Dictionary.

Hyperextension:

When there is more exstension than house.

Photograph by Edmund Sumner.

Wordless Wednesday: The Bridge.

Weekly Song Challenge, Round 15!

Time once again for Laura Venturini’s Weekly Song Challenge! Here, as always, are the rules:

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.

Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.

Tag two people to participate!

Post a video of a song that makes you think of the true meaning of Memorial Day.

Well we don’t have Memorial in the UK . We have Remembrance Sunday in November. But it is celebrated for the same reasons. Here is my first video. Keep the Home Fires Burning by Emma Stevens.

Post a video of a song that has the word war in title or lyrics.

I have chosen Warchild by the Cranberries.

Post a video of a song that is part of a movie soundtrack that had something to do with war. Oxygen by Jean Michel Jarre.From the film Gallipoli.

I nominate

Di

Dale

Feeding the imagination…

Never squash your imagination, here is why from Sue.

France & Vincent

“We were not Gods, but were of God, the strands of our existence
not yet teased apart by Becoming, our function not yet defined.”

So much for a Saturday evening… the night of the week most folk sit relaxing by the hearth or meet with friends. Me? I was taking dictation from a Goddess…or that was what it felt like as I wrote.

I had done plenty of research, burying myself under a small mountain of respectable tomes to remind me of the details of the great story I was working with as I wrote The Osiriad. The names on the spines… Budge, Spence and Frazer, Iamblichus and Herodotus… suggested that ancient Egypt had something to do with the whole process, as would the printed papyri that littered the table. I had been feeding my imagination on tales of Egypt for years.

“There was a time we did not…

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Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019

Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com

Negatives.

It’s not as glamorous as it used to be. Not anymore. Time was we were sought after with our Pentax and Olympus. We stay up all hours , red light cigarette in mouth, blow the chemicals. We got the shots, developed them made the image, iconic.
We’re not needed now, it’s all digital.
(280 Characters)

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

One Word Inspiration #OneWordInspiration #OWI

Ritu set us a Twitter challenge. She said.

And thought those of you on Twitter, or even those not, might like to take part!

It’s a one word challenge.

One word to inspire a tweet-length (240 characters) story!

Oblivion is the word.

Willow Willers (@WillowWillers) Tweeted:

@RituBhathal Walking home, unaware that she was being followed. He shadowed her just of sight just out of earshot.
Oblivious to his presence she sauntered on slightly tipsy. As she got her key out he made his move and lunged at her ankles. Oh!Tinker! #OWI

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Why not join in too.

Image from Pixabay

3-2-1 Quote Me Challenge : Expression.

To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality.

John Ruskin, The Stones of Venice

Every word, facial expression, gesture, or action on the part of a parent gives the child some message about self-worth. It is sad that so many parents don’t realize what messages they are sending.

Virginia Satir.

This post is in an answer to 3-2-1 Quote Me Challenge which was started by A Guy Named Bloke And K9 Doodlepip

I was tagged by Dale and Miriam to take part in this challenge. So thank you Dale and Miriam .😁

So here’s how it works:

Thank the selector: “Thank you Dale 💜💜 and Miriam 💜💜

Post 2 quotes for the challenge of the day, which is Expression.

Select three bloggers to take part in this challenge.

I have chosen the three lucky blogger’s below. There is no obligation; only those who would like to play, should.

Ritu

Ben Naga

Hugh’s Views and News.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #255 Fast&Lane

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. Fast & Lane

Stop smell the roses

Living life in the fast lane

You will miss so much

Fast dash, rush flurry

Life’s too short for all of this

Quiet lane less strain.