Despair

Hold on Tess, we are sending you lots of love .

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my heart is breaking

my eyes are full of tears

my husband of more than 60 years

cannot remember he is married to me

Looking through photos of family

he is not able to name anyone

looking at holiday pictures he knows not where we were

time of day seems to mean nothing to him

morning or evening are all the same

he rearranges clothes in the drawers

and changes his trousers several times

there seems to be no rhyme or reason

all is muddle and confusion

and I am going crazy too!

half an hour ago he was getting ready for bed

now he has rushed out to the garden

there is something that needs trimming

and it must be done

nothing will persuade him it is not the time for gardening

I cannot do this anymore……………………………..

Tomorrow he will be interviewed by a social worker

who knows what…

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One – Liner Wednesday

Life is too short to bicker. Why doesn’t everyone learn that 💜.

©willowdot21.

This is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday. Fordson Standard N Vintage Tractor 1938

© willowdot21.2019.

Words On Wednesday

This is an excellent post by Suzi. It really shows how we can be subliminally bullied by the media.

Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

This is my entry for Kat Myman’s Twittering Tales .

Shockwaves.
All of a sudden the beach went quiet, no one could believe their eyes. The tide had just turned, no the sea had disappeared. Standing frozen to the spot they couldn’t believe their eyes. This was Brighton Sussex.
Then the shout went up, RUN! They did but there was nowhere to run.
(280 Characters)

Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Clear and Nature.#No.138.

Hello everyone it’s Tuesday and time for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Here are our two words for this week: and we must only use synonyms.

Clear & Nature

I have decided to do a Nonet using the synonyms, crystal, transparent and open for Clear, and Gia, essence and mother earth for Nature

Image below from Pixabay

Waterfall.

Crystal water falls sparkling so bright

It’s one of Gia’s true wonders

Transparent fractals of light

In essence and colours

A celebration

Of mother earth’s

Beautiful

Open

Gifts

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 27/19

Linda G Hill said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!”

Clean/Dirty Nonet.

Clean is the opposite of dirty

A tiny scratch on my finger.

I made sure I cleaned the cut

After six days dirt that

Entered my blood.

The poison

Spread, ran

Wild.

And it got much worse.💜 #SoCs.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 264 Beauty & Quiet

5 years of consecutive weekly prompts.

Never knew it would still be going this long.

Underneath the green

Canopy quiet beauty

Flourishes in peace.

Thursday photo prompt: Aflame #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an empty landscape beneath a blue sky. Darkness gathers above the horizon and between land and cloud, the sky is aflame…

AFLAME.

Mathew answered Rachel’s howl silently and carefully non telepathically . He knew she would not hear him but also he knew she would understand why he could not answer her.

Looking to the horizon he saw the the sunrise approaching , time to find shelter with the other vampires he was tired, obviously not physically tired but mentally. He was tired of pretending to be part of this rabble of young and surprisingly viscous vampires. Only last night he had had to take part in destroying an entire village of humans. Men women and children slaughtered, these young creatures barely a couple of hundred years old drained and then ripped apart the humans leaving them strewn around like so much detritus. They ate and drunk of the humans stores, so much that they were beyond drunk. Worst of all was how they sort out the good looking males and females and repeatedly used and abused them before draining them of their lives blood, that was at least merciful end to their torture . Not that any of this rabble had any idea what mercy was.

Corvus buzzed around Mathew’s head telling him that Rachel, Lisa and Hope had reached Ewan’s castle and than Ewan was preparing his men for battle. Good, thought Mathew and he dipped his head as Corvus flew off in to the flame red dawn. Slowly he turned towards the dark woods where they were spending this day. As he approached he could hear the screams of the humans that had been kept alive for entertainment . Why, he wondered, had they not had enough to satisfy their blood lust during the night.

The poor unfortunates were pegged to trees and the ground stripped naked and they looked terrified, rightly so, mused Mathew as he passed them. Carefully, so as not to be seen he ripped out the hearts of the younger ones so as to dispatched them without anymore suffering.

Back at Silverman beach Rachel looked toward the dawn sky was it aflame with light or fire or just a reflection of the bloody war .

Calador stood on the ramparts of the elves stronghold, wandering where and how Lisa and Hope were faring. Were they even alive, he put so much faith in Lisa’s magic and Rachel’s strength and determination. At that moment the sky became aflame with the dawn. Calador took this as a good omen, what else could he do?

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

For Hélène

A beautiful tribute to Hélène Valiant from Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Hélène Vaillant's profile photo, Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, glasses, close-up and outdoor

A lifetime of love

Sadness of separation

Soulmates reunite

*

Not very long ago, poetess Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry said a final goodbye to her beloved husband. A few days ago, Hélène herself passed away peacefully.

My thoughts are with her family and all who loved her.

Her poetry was as beautiful as her smile and as full of love. Her own words say it best…

*

golden angel dust

elevating enchantment

peacefully setting

*

©Hélène Vaillant

With thanks to Frank Prem for keeping us informed of Hélène’s illness and passing.

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