Wordless Wednesday.

One -Liner Wednesday. 17th/4/2019

Ruby is not the dog poo fairy. Dog owners pick up your dog’s poo. ####.

This rant was brought to you after a very stressful dog walk. Care of LindaGHill‘s #1linerWeds.

Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka, Chocolate & Egg. 16/4/2019.

Colleen Chesebro is on Sabbatical, moving house for her health.. and that’s the truth.

Colleen said: “So, I’m asking my regular poetry challenge participants to keep writing a weekly poem until I get back. (No submission forms) Feel free to link to this post, or not, whatever works best for you. Choose your own words and keep using the syllabic forms: Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Cinquain, Etheree, Nonet, and Shadorma. Choose your own words and just have fun. I’ll stop in and comment when I can.”


I have chosen two seasonal words Chocolate & Egg and of course I will use them synonymously. I have opted for a Tanka this week.

Confectionery

Celebrate the end of Lent.

Ovals of sweet joy.

Succulent, mouth watering

Death by this is ecstasy.

Image from Pixabay

This is part of Colleen the Fairy Whisperer’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Twittering Tales  #132 – 16 April 2019

Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash.com

Phone box

The last rays of the sun lit the payphone bronze. Through the dirty window the pool still looked blue. Letters scratched into the glass their meaning long forgotten. Another abandoned motel in the middle of nowhere. No money to use the phone but there was no one to answer it.
(276 characters)


This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding Twittering Tales.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #249 Pitch&Tone

The voice was perfect

Pitch and tone superlative

Singing proud to live.

Image from Pixabay

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite‘s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

I just Needed to share.

I try not to mention how I am feeling too often because … well I suppose that is how I was brought up. If asked how you are , you lie through your teeth. Even if you are on your last legs you smile and say “I am fine thank you.”

Yes I did include you all in the last stages of my withdrawal from neuropathic and morphine based painkillers ( the prescription ones that most doctors hand out like sweets to keep you quiet) I am now prescription painkillers free and for that matter over the counter pills free too.

I was an addict and withdrawal is very hard and painful but it can be achieved. There is a problem though and I do try to keep it to myself but here I am spilling it all out on to the page for you all to see. Not very stiff upper-lip you might say.

PAIN,that is the problem. Constant nagging and stubborn pain. It hounds me all day, it pokes me to remind me it there all night while I sleep and it notches up a level when I least need or expect it.

Those of you you who suffer with constant pain will know what I am talking about people like Claire Saul and her Blog PainPals she will know what I am talking about and her blog is most interesting do visit her. Also is Caz’s blog at Invisibly Me well worth a visit too.

Life is a trade off isn’t it I could live a half life like a Zombie drugged up to the eye balls lulled in to a false sense that the pain is numbed. ( It isn’t really eventually they do not work at all and you realise you are taking them just because you NEED them to feel normal) Or I can have my brain working to full capacity and find ways to cope with the constant pain.

I made the choice I gave up the pills and I cannot really ever take any of them again because I am an addict. I am afraid to even take over the counter painkillers encase I wind up hooked on them. Most days I cope but on days like today , I feel like shit. I am exhausted, in pain , shorted tempered, freezing and tearful. I am finding so hard to even write this blog but I will …I hope that someone out there might just need to know they are not alone.

Where am I going with this, I don’t really know but I just needed to get my feelings out there. I have been trying to get my poems into some sort of order because I would dearly love to get a book published this year, I even have a working title ‘ A Blogsworth of Poems ‘ I am plodding away at that but I have so little time as because the stupid pain slows me down everything takes so much longer.

Enough now no more moaning lets look at some positives. I had a great weekend, Saturday we visited a local brewery with friends and we could take Ruby too as it has a dog friendly bar called the Taproom. No we didn’t do a tour we had a fabulous BBQ lunch and tried out their interesting original beers. I also found a beautiful bluebell wood to take Ruby for a walk in. Sunday we were out with our youngest son and his two boys the eldest of who was 5 years old last Wednesday.

We had a pub lunch and we took M’s birthday presents and the Easter eggs for both boys along with us. It was delightful to have our eldest grandson announce That his birthday present was “Just what I wanted ” The joy of see the grandchildren really helped with the pain… maybe the fact that we had so much fun at the weekend is one of the reason I feel so tired ( you might say) … but the pain and tiredness are constant

I do lots of walking daily ( the advantage of having a dog! ) and Pilates twice a week and I am so much better than I was this time last year and a thousand times better than I was three years ago.

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I am fine , hopefully tomorrow I shall be even better I have a lot to look forward  to. Next week is  Easter. The week after  I am going on a course  ( The Lord of  the Deep ) with the  Silent  Eye which I really looking  forward  too. I am also hoping  we  will see  more  of  the grandchildren. Then  June  brings  The  Bloggers Bash!

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Life is  what  we make it  and  nothing  can last  forever… I hope ❤

Now  lets  have a happy  song . Love  you  all

 

Song Lyric Sunday: Freeze/Cold/Ice.

This week Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor has given us the prompt this week of Freeze/Cold/Ice. He hopes that we have some cool tunes.

Well my first thought was Cold Water Surrounds Me by Damon Rice . Such a beautiful song.

The other song I have chosen is Under Ice. By Kate Bush. I really love both these songs I hope you enjoyed them too.

“Under Ice”

It’s wonderful.

Everywhere, so white.
The river has frozen over.
Not a soul on the ice.
Only me skating fast.
I’m speeding past trees,
Leaving little lines in the ice,
Splitting, splitting sound,
Silver heels spitting, spitting snow.

(“Sonar says…?…deep…?”)

There’s something moving
Under, under the ice,
Moving under ice,
Through water,
Trying to get out of the cold water.
“It’s me.”
Something, someone–help them.
“It’s me.”

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

image from Pixabay

Slipstream

*******

Soar

Lapwing

Into your

Plodding wing beat

Steady, uneven

Turning and rising high

Riding the thermals into

Eternity among the clouds

Angels watch your slow un rhythmic beat

My soul yearns to ride within your slipstream.

This is part of #SoCs.

LindaGHill said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

Flying High

Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.

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