Thursday photo prompt: Worn #writephoto

This week’s prompt for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto ~ Worn

For visually challenged writers, the image shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.

Before Cissey died she stood in the ginnel looking up at doors. Nothing had changed. The steps they used to climb up and down to school, to work to home. Still there worn and full of stories. When babies the pram would be stood at the bottom of the steps and the door was left open so a watchful eye was kept.

As Children they’d perch on the steps and shell the peas and peel carrots and potatoes. Each would have a job. The house was small for a family of ten so often they spilled over on to the steps. Noisy, rowdy, quiet pensive, laughing crying all life flowed out of the two up two down housr on to the steps.

One by one they left the safety of the home, walked down the steps either with Dad or Mum or alone to set up a new life. Some went far some just to another street.

They always came back, for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, christenings, Christmas and funerals. Always at any event they spilled out on to the steps.

As time past the traffic on the steps become less yet somehow the indents looked accentuated deeper worn. Over the years the generations grew until there was no one left to truly know the significance of the worn steps. Who’s feet had left their mark on history.

Sell it the young ones said, not knowing the reasons for the worn steps. They painted the door, they painted the railings, they thought about repairing the steps but left them.

The for sale sign went up, people came to see the house. They saw the potential, they saw the new paint, the newly added kitchen and bathroom. They didn’t see the generations of family on the steps so many joys and dramas.

Nobody saw them but a special few felt them on the worn out steps. One couple saw them too and they bought the house and the steps.

One-Liner: Optimisation

“I am an optimist, there dosen’t seem much point in being anything else”

Winston Churchill

this is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday #1linerWeds.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 16 (GROW) This week, it’s the C rhyme line.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem set by Ronovanwrite’s.

Ronovan say “If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on how to write one.Or…Keep reading and find out, with an example included.


He also said “One last thing before we jump in the creativity pool, check out my weekly Haiku Challenge that often has prompts (Destruct and Self this week) that share a central theme, at least in my head, with the Décima Poetry Challenge prompt.”

Image from Pixabay.

The Gambler Décima

Always with an eye to the chance
The wheel of fortune spins around
Your spirits high feet don’t touch the ground.
Destruction leads a merry dance
Self denial your chosen stance
Fortunes lessen,they never grow
Your luck revolves like ebb and flow.
Self destruction the gamblers trait
There is no escape from this fate.
Loss of esteem the final blow

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Wordless Wednesday: A country seat.

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What Day is it Anyway. July 28th.

Photos of blood , beware if you are screamish.

Well the last time I did a #WDIIA Was the 6th July 22days ago. So why have I decided to do one today and why have started with Annie Lennox and a Whiter Shade Of Pale. Well all will be revealed.

So it’s been even more samey for me because of the drain my ‘friend’ now for seven weeks! Basically awake at stupid o’clock, breakfast in bed if feeling good up by 10am if not between 11/12 pm …do a few jobs nothing taxing or heavy, read, blog, a walk round the block on hubby’s arm . Totally knackered by 9pm so back to bed. Sunday evening we have a virtual meet up with friends from up the road, but apart from a few friends/ family socially distancing in the garden it’s just been hubby and me. We have had hospital visits and a couple of trips to the surgery to have my drain dressing changed. Heavily masked up and socially distanced.

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So what’s different today?

Went to the hospital today for me to gave a Fluoroscopy. It was painful! I was surprised I am usually okay with discomfort.
Also I am loosing blood now because the Dr said she had disturbed everything. So now I have a bleed to keep an eye on. I am praying it will stop on it own without the need to go to hospital for that awful clotting drug or worse blood.
Unfortunately the drain cannot come out because the massive stone is still blocking the neck of the gall bladder which is not draining on its own at all.
The surgeons have to. Review the fluoroscopy and then get intouch with me again to organise an appointment to organise the removal of drain and gall bladder.

So I have gone from this seven weeks ago

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To this yesterday 15mils/20mils of bile up to yesterday.

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To this again today.

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Hense the opening song: A Whiter Shade Of Pale.

Plus Hubby’s brother is being awkward again about MIL’s estate? Why when neither of hubby’s siblings want to help and leave it all to him to do, do they cause trouble??

All that is leaving us exhausted!

Anway it’s time for a happy song. I think we need one today!

Right no more moans 🎶The Only Way Is Up Baby🎶

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA

Be kind to eachother.
So tired
Be safe our there

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 188, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO Colleen Chesebro’s TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fourth week of July! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Sue Vincent selected the theme this week with a quote prompt: I have written a double Etheree this week.

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

The wisdom of Ents.

You
Told me
Your secrets
Reached out, touched me
Spoke inside my head
Showed me life eons past
All the changes you have seen
The sum of your knowledge is vast.
You’re not tied by religion or cast.
Un-dispoiled by rank or fortune you stand.
Your knowledge once tapped can not be unseen.
You picked me from the group, gently spoke.
I heard you and carry your words.
To this day I still hear you
Still see what you showed me.
The vision is true
Sheltered by you.
Life giving
You are
Ent.

******

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 316 Destruct&Self

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. This week I chose a Tanka.

Image from Pixabay.

Here held in my hand

All life could ever offer

Nothing to desire

No one to blame but my self

I forged my own destruction.

#Haikai Challenge #149 (7/25/20): Waterfall (taki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This is my first visit to Frank Tassone’s Haiku Challenge. I have written a Tanka about how waterfalls affect my soul.

Waterfall

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Sparkling silver bright

Hidden from mind all danger

The urge to be free

Takes me through crystal waters

Drowning my soul in freedom.

Song Lyric Sunday : Different/ Same.

Hi everyone it’s Sunday again and time for a prompt from Jim Adams for Song Lyric Sunday and this week it’s : July 26, 2020 – Different/Same

The first song that sprang to mind was ,The Same Old Song . By the Four Tops. Then I thought no let go for old Rodders

It’s the Same Old Song” is a song recorded by the Four Tops for the Motown label. It was released in 1965 as the second single from their second album. Written and produced by Motown’s main production team Holland–Dozier–Holland, the song is today one of The Tops’ signature songs, and was reportedly created—from initial concept to commercial release—in 24 hours. It reached No. 5 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 2 on the Billboard R&B chart. It also reached number 34 in the UK.

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Of course I chose Rodders. Sir Roderick David Stewart CBE (born 10 January 1945) is a British rock singer and songwriter. Born and raised in London, he is of Scottish and English ancestry. Stewart is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold over 120 million records worldwide. He has had nine number-one albums in the UK Albums Chart and his tally of 62 UK hit singles includes 31 that reached the top ten, six of which gained the #1 position. Stewart has had 16 top ten singles in the US, with four reaching #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. He was knighted in the 2016 Birthday Honours for services to music and charity.

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“It’s The Same Old Song”

You’re sweet (you’re sweet) as a honeybee
But like a honeybee stings
You’ve gone and left my heart in pain
All you left (all you left) is our favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
It used to bring sweet memories (Sweet memories)
Of a tender love that used to be

Now it’s the same old song
But with a different meaning since you been gone
It’s the same, same old song
But with a different meaning (Since you been gone)
And it breaks me up to hear it

I, oh I, sentimental fool am I (Sweet memories)
To hear an old love song and want to cry
But the melody keeps haunting me
Reminding me how in love we used to be
Keep hearing the part that used to touch our hearts
Staying (Together forever)
Darling (Breaking up never)

(Now it’s the same old song) Can’t bear to hear it
(With a different meaning since you been gone)
Oh, it hurts to hear it
It’s the same old song
But with a different meaning since you been gone

Precious memories keep a-lingering on
Every time I hear our favorite song
Now you’ve gone
Left this emptiness
I only reminisce the happiness we spent
We used to dance to the music (We used to dance to the music)
Make romance to the music (Make romance to the music)

Now it’s the same old song
But with a different meaning since you been gone
Now it’s the same old song
But with a different meaning since you been gone
I, oh, I can’t bear to hear it
It’s the same old song
(But with a different meaning since you been gone)
Ooh, it breaks me up to hear it)
It’s the same old song
But with a different meaning.

A to Z lyrics

And now for something completely different. I’m different. By Randy Newman.

Randall Stuart Newman (born November 28, 1943) is an American singer-songwriter, arranger and composer known for his Southern-affected singing style, early Americana-influenced songs (often with mordant or satirical lyrics), and various film scores.[5] His best-known songs as a recording artist are “Short People” (1977), “I Love L.A.” (1983), and “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” (1995), while other artists have enjoyed more success with cover versions of his “Mama Told Me Not to Come” (1966), “I Think It’s Going to Rain Today” (1968) and “You Can Leave Your Hat On” (1972).

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“I’m Different”

I’m different and I don’t care who knows it
Somethin’ about me
It’s not the same, yeah
I’m different and that’s how it goes
Ain’t gonna play your goddamn game

Got a different way a walkin’
I got a different kind of smile
I got a different way a talkin’
Drives the women kind of wild
(Kind of wild)

(He’s different)
And I don’t care who knows it
(Somethin’ about him)
It’s not the same
(He’s different)
And that’s how it goes
(And he’s not gonna play your gosh darn game)

I ain’t sayin’ I’m better than you are
But maybe I am
I only know that when I look in the mirror
I like the man
(We like the man)

I’m different and I don’t care who knows it
Somethin’ about me
Not the same
I’m different and that’s how it goes
Ain’t gonna play your goddamn game

When I walk down the street in the mornin’
Blue birds are singin’ in the tall oak tree
They sing a little song for the people
And they sing a little song for me

(He’s different and he don’t care who knows it
Somethin’ about him
Not the same
He’s different and that’s how it goes
Ain’t gonna play your gosh darn game)

I’m different and I don’t care who knows it
Somethin’ about me
Not the same
I’m different and that’s how it goes
Ain’t gonna play no boss man’s game

A to Z Lyrics

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE. 💜

‘This is Lockdown’ blog tour – Just muddling through life

Marian Wood reviews the poetry and poets who contributed to Marjie’s book This Is Lockdown.

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