#JusJoJan prompt the 31st – “Candy”

Today LindaGHill’s Justjojan prompt I’d Candy. I chose to write an Acrostic Tanka.

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Candy Tanka.

Candy, sugar sweet
Are those lips peppermint pink
Neat hair, is just so
Daring you to steel a kiss.
You share with her candy bliss

Song Lyric Sunday: Odd/Even.

Here we are again and it’s Sunday. Time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. The prompt for this week is Odd or Even. I haven chosen to use even.

I have chosen a new artist and song to me. Luke Combs and a beautiful song Even Though I Am Leaving.

Jim Adams

Luke Albert Combs  born March 2, 1990) is an American country music singer and songwriter. Combs has released two albums for Columbia Nashville, which have combined to produce 10 singles, all of which reached number one on Billboard‘s Country charts.

Combs, an only child, was born in Huntersville, North Carolina, the son of Rhonda and Chester Combs, and moved to Asheville, North Carolina at the age of 8. He has been performing as a vocalist since childhood. While attending A. C. Reynolds High School, Combs played football and performed with multiple vocal groups, including performing a solo in the world-renowned Carnegie Hall. Later, he attended Appalachian State University where he worked as a bouncer at a bar before gaining stage time in that same bar. He played his first country music show at the Parthenon Cafe. With less than a month left in his senior year, he dropped out to pursue his country music career. He later moved to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a career in music.

Even Though I’m Leaving” is a song released in September 2019 as the second single to his second studio album, What You See Is What You Get. The song is described as a “soft, mandolin-infused country song” and “stone-cold tear-jerker” by the blog Taste of Country. Co-written by Combs along with Wyatt Durrette and Ray Fulcher, the song features a dramatic interaction between a father and son. In three different scenarios, the son, who is the narrator, pleads his father not to leave him. In the first verse, the narrator is a child who is afraid of monsters under his bed, while the second features the son as a young adult going off to serve in the military, and the final verse features the son becoming emotional over his father’s death.The song previously appeared on Combs’s 2019 EP The Prequel. More information at Wikipedia

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE.

Midas

Sue caught ” In a moment outside of time, poised between day and night. “

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

morning libation
honey embalms the moment
awakening dreams
caught in eternal amber
time yet drinks the wine of life

The sun rises over sea and field, winter and summer, seen and unseen behind the veil of clouds, turning all it touches to gold. I think of Midas, the king whose desire for riches caused him to kill the thing he loved most with his golden gift. When they found his tomb, there were traces of honey-wine in his feasting cups… even his drink was made of gold, but his legendary power could neither give life nor ward him from death.

The sun too can bring bounty or destruction, but here it brings only life and light. I drink in the morning, tasting sunlight and dew on my lips. In a moment outside of time, poised between day and night, I live eternity.

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The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 30th

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of  something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!

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“This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”

These famouse words spoken by Wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill , in Autumn of 1944. Just when things look darkest he asked the nation to draw on new depths of strength to fight of a dark enemy.

Now the entire world is faced with an invisible dangerous and comon enemy we need to think on those words. We must all pull together, the whole world. We need to stop petty arguments about vaccines and boarders we are all one against the virus. Do your part wear a mask, social distance and wash your hands.

Winston Churchill for all his faults spoke a lot of sense.

“This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Jusjojan

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Special Collection Flash Fiction Challenge

Carrot Ranch

Hi everyone I make no apologies for repeating myself , I am singing Sue Vincent’s praises again 💜

© SueVincent.

Sue Vincent is many things, blogger, mother, grandmother, carer to her older son and and a founder member of the Silent Eye a modern mystery school and friend and inspiration to many worldwide.

I have met Sue at the Bloggers Bash, and also joined her and her companions from the The Silent Eye on a couple or their weekend workshops. My life has been enriched by knowing her. I have learned a lot from her and basked in the warmth of her friendship.

Like many others I have been inspired by her posts about her musings, beliefs and always been uplifted by her regular #midnighthaiku. Like many others I have joined in with Sue’s #writephoto prompts. Weekly Sue has tirelessly supported other bloggers by sharing their responses to to #writephoto. As well as explaining about the photo prompt and entering her own contrabution. Also her thoughts on her life, her family and reminiscences of her childhood and youth are always a delight to read. Not forgetting the the wise words and thoughts from her loving dog Ani at The Small Dogs Blog which are also a delight.

© SueVincent.

Recently, Sue has been faced with a new and difficult challenge: lung cancer. You can follow her blog to find out more directly from her. The Covid pandemic has served not only to pose a specific threat to a anyone with a severe respiratory illness, but it has caused loss of human connection through self isolation.

Now it’s time for Sue to receive something back from the community she’s been a cornerstone of for a decade. Jointhe Rodeo for the Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic at the Carrot Ranch – a contest, parade, and celebration all in one!

Here are some links you can use if you want to write your own post. Or Reblog any.

• https://scvincent.com/
• https://scvincent.com/2021/01/06/the-inconvenient-walking-dead-covid-cancer-carers-lockdown/ (this is the most recent post on the Echo about Sue’s recent adventures)
• https://franceandvincent.com/
• https://franceandvincent.com/books/
• https://carrotranch.com/
• https://twitter.com/SCVincent
• https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6551588.Sue_Vincent

I have already done the prompt below you can find it here.

January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. Think about the possibilities of the prompt. Go where the prompt leads!

Here is what Charlie Mills at The Carrot Ranch has to say “On Monday, Carrot Ranch will launch an event to celebrate Sue Vincent and her writing. There will be a “99” writing contest from February 1-19 with a suggested donation that goes directly to Sue. We want to make it a big deal beyond our trees of the writing woods, therefore it carries a $100 grand prize. There will also be a parade of sorts, a chance to gather together with Sue to share and reblog her posts in February. Be sure to tune in Monday for the full announcement. I’m so proud of all who have arranged this event, and volunteered to help. I’m proud of all of you whom I know will push this out far and wide to celebrate one of our own beloved writers.

February is going to be different at Carrot Ranch. Don’t let it throw you. I’ll be cloistered away, working on my thesis submission. I’m grateful to the community for carrying on.

Here’s a schedule for you so you know what to expect:“

• January 28 Special Collection Challenge to Honor the work of Sue Vincent
• February 1-19: Sue Vincent Classic Rodeo Contest and Parade of Reblogs (announced Monday, February 1 at CarrotRanch.com/blog)
• February 3 No Collection
• February 4 Special Host: D. Avery
• February 10 Special Host Collection
• February 11 Sue Vincent Reblog Parade (no challenge)
• February 17 Special Sue V Collection posted
• February 18 Regular Flash Fiction Challenges return
• February 19 Contest ends
• March 22 Winner and Runners Up Announced

So go ahead and reblog, tweet, Facebook, or somehow otherwise share the contest! 99 word literary art is a fantastic way to celebrate a blogging hero and very deserving person.

© willowdot21 2019

Saddle up, everyone! It’s time for a Carrot Ranch Rodeo like none ever held before. The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic begins on Monday, February 1st, and it’ll be a TUFF (The Ultimate Flash Fiction) prompt to fit within 99 words.

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

*******

I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Hopelessness

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Hopelessness Acrostic.

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  it  went  regardless of my  cry

Paralyised with fear unable to fly.

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

#JusJoJan prompt the 28th – “Beach”

Two years ago in May , on the Gower peninsula. A beautiful beach a beautiful day. Here’s an Acrostic Tanka in memory of a beautiful day.

© willowdot21

Blissful and quiet
Everyone see something new
Azure sea, maybe
Crystal waters of hidden depth
Holiday dreams will abound

Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

This too… #covid #cancer

The beauty of being normal, from Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I never thought that I would say it. It goes against pretty much everything I hold dear. But, between a world turned upside down from the fallout of the COVID crisis, to my own journey through the treacle-paved and elephant-strewn path of cancer, I have begun to appreciate a single facet of life more than I have ever done so before.

Just being ‘normal’.

Where the virus is concerned, we are each feeling its effects in different ways… and whether it is the lack of freedom, contact with loved ones, fear of contagion or the practical problems of lost jobs and home-schooling, few, I think, will be able to say their lives have not been altered by this microscopic bug. The changes have crept in or been imposed, bit by bit… it seems as if there are new regulations being made every day. The uncertainties and questions keep on coming…

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#JusJoJan prompt the 28th – “Storm”

“Storm, storm hold up why are you in such a mood?” Jim shouted at his sister as she stomped across the bar! As she went through the door into the street he caught up with her. “What’s with you, why the face and why were you so mad with that guy, do I need to punch his lights out? “

Storm turn to face her brother eyes flashing and red hair flailing around. “Why,” she shouted, “why did mum and dad call me Storm, I mean Storm for God’s sake it caused me nothing but hassle.” Jim smiled , you know sis it’s not your name it’s your temper that gives you all the grief, not your name! ” He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled, she smiled and then they both laughed. “Mum always said you were born the night of 15 October 1987, the night of Hurricane, the night Michael Fish said there was no storm comming but there was! ” “Yes ” Storm replied, “Dad was working away and mum went into labour! Trees down cars and debris flying around… mum whisked off to hospital, the ride from hell, she called it. You went into Mrs Tyson next door didn’t you.” Laughing Jim agreed.

“So you were called storm …just be grateful they didn’t pick Hurricane! God your tempers scary enough as it is!”

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