Peace.

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem one  afternoon June, 2013, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  it could be one of many. I do not know if any of my lost friends have passed this way  but I wish  they could of died peacefully like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all  of us………..

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time, time is  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun, relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no tired smile

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while.

#JusJoJan prompt the 21st – “Spell”

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Carrie was always in trouble at school

Teachers dispaired, called her a fool.

Her spelling  and reading were quite unique

To her it was all bubble and squeak.85f7af2c9cd6e67e8aa6dd5018be8962

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Now at night school Carrie did excel

Memorising and working every spell

A dyslexic witch  she found the way

To beat the problems every day.e4olmm

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Sometimes her spells go wrong

But she sorts them out before too long

Spelling never was her forte

 Now she is off on a broomstick sortie.

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Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto

For Five years now Sue Vincent has done her #writephoto challenge on a Thursday. Recently Sue has been seriously ill, still is but Sue being Sue has bowed to requests to reinstate this very popular challenge. Some of us old guard have been re-posting some of our old posts.

So now, this week Sue has reinstated the challenge. New Rules and pingback here. All we can do and give it a go and if it is too much work for Sue we can always repost old ones.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

Transitions are special, be it dawn or dusk things change, it’s true in many senses. They can also herlad a return.

Light
And dark
Shades of grey
What promises
Does tomorrow hold
At the break of the day.
There will be a renewal
And on the threshold of the night.
There will be a gentle peace to guide
Our next return on soft butterfly wings.

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