Sue Vincent’s #writephoto: Causeway.

This week’s prompt ~ Causeway

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.

It had always confounded him, the causeway stretched out before him standing proud leading out to sea and yet going nowhere. Just like him going nowhere.

Image found here.

Alone  he  stands  on the  beach

He’s come  this far from all he has known

All goals  and hopes  smashed  and out of  reach

He  has lost all, job,  family, love  and  home.

The  bottle’s content is  his  only  friend

He’s cold  and tired, no life he  has lost all hope,

The sun sets  another empty day comes  to an end

Water  laps his  feet, tears burn his  eyes  he cannot cope.

Emptiness  eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer

He knows  he  had it  all and  lost it, his fault only

He  was young  and  reckless and a bright romancer

Squandered  days  and nights,drink and  drugs left him lonely

When did it  start  he  does not  know

But  he  prays it  will end and  soon

He lays  down curled  like  a  child, his  tears  flow.

Alone on  the beach washed  by sea and  lit  by moon.

His soul crosses the causeway.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

What Day is it Anyway. Thursday 2 April 2020 A day late.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Immie from herFrou Frou days

I did not sleep well and so I was up before 6am, Ruby was in no mood to get up so I spent some quiet time on my own. I have to admit that I was very unsettled and at the same time touched by a phone call I had had with our eldest son the night before. He lives an hour or so away from us. Also working from home he must be lonely. He was literally begging us to stay home and be safe…don’t go out! don’t shop ! Keep safe!No amount of reassurance seemed to calm him. He can’t shop for us as he and our middle son are at risk with health problems, and as I said he lives quite a way away from us. All I could do was tell him we are being very careful, we exercise the dog in almost deserted woods, plenty of space to give anyone you might meet a wide birth. We shop once a fortnight and apart from that we stay home.

Our youngest son lives about 45 minutes away, he has a wife and two beautiful boys to look after we have told him to stay at home, as it is he is working from home and has been for over two weeks. He is already helping his neighbours. The good thing is we can all keep in touch by phone, WhatsApp, Skype and Zoom. It’s always fun to chat to them. Our middle lad too is bored and lonely, he has not even got the luxury of working from home as his job involves working with the public.

I guess what I am saying is we all have our crosses/ burdens to bear in this time, whether we are a young family in a flat with no space or garden , on our own or in couples, well or unwell, ill or fit this is a hard time. Some have it worse some have it better but we are all bound by one thing we all want to survive. And we will, we will all help eachother and be kind and patient.

© willowdot21

So we walked Ruby and and above is a video of the stream from my Wordless Wednesday post. What a difference a week makes.

Chit chat.

I had a video call with a friend, we had a coffee and a chat without leaving our own houses, that’s how it has to be. I got the washing done an dried.

After dinner hubby did the shopping and he also did our middle sons shopping to. We shall take that over to him tomorrow. We will put it on his front door step, get back in the car, wave to him and the drive off.

It was Thursday evening and our whole street went out to clap and cheer for NHS and all Keyworkers.

Again I was too moved and busy clapping to video I shall try again next Thursday 💜 for now here is Canary Wharf in London doing it’s bit!

London United.

How ever lonely, afraid or stressed we are feeling whether we are at home alone or with family, trapped in a far away country trying to get home,on a cruise ship, rich, poor, privileged or not we are all in this together, our scientists, doctors, nurses, carers, teachers all Keyworkers are all pulling together. God bless them and God bless us.

We must spare a thought for our homeless. The UK has homeless, young and old sleeping on the streets of our towns and cities, while every effort to get them off the streets and into accommodation some always seem to slip through the cracks. This is a world wide problem and the poorer countries with highly populated cites and town are now having to cope. South Africa, Africa,South America, India in fact it’s just a nightmare. Just think if you are poor or homeless in any of the countries above how can you self isolate, socially distance, get medical treatment, shop or do anything to protect yourselves unless you are rich. Covid19 will rip through crowded slums and townships, refugee camps.

We have homes and food and medical treatment. Even in America where everyone has to pay for treatment who will treat the poor who don’t have money or health insurance?

I had better stop, sorry this has been a very sombre post. Sadly this is a sombre time. I am sending out good vibes to everyone, love and good health. Stay well stay safe.

But be kind
Be safe out there.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA

What Day is it Anyway? Sunday, March 22nd, 2020 #WDIIA

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? Because it’s day Seven since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

So today is Mother’s Day here in the UK . So I wish anyone celebrating Mother’s Day today a lovely day. If you are not celebrating Mother’s Day I wish you a happy Mother’s Day too.

I received a beautiful bouquet that arrived almost asleep yesterday. Today it’s looks so amazing.

© willowdot21
© willowdot21

Yes I do have three sons but number one son apologized profusely for not sending a card and anyway he rings or whatapps daily.

We were up early as usual, breakfast and then we took Ruby for a lovely walk. We went back to where we went yesterday and it was deserted again.

Home from the walk and time to check up on everyone, our younger nextdoor neighbours, two of my sisters, two or three friends on line. Then the boys all got intouch to wish me a happy day. Our youngest sent us a photo of the eldest grandson preparing the soil for growing potatoes.

© willowdot21

Our other grandson was inside, playing paw patrol.

We had some lunch and then Hubby had to fix our satalite dish . That took about an hour, all good fresh air out in the garden. Then I took Ruby for a walk. I was amazed to find there were so many people out, old, young, middle aged, children, babies! Our prime minister had asked us all to stay in and keep a 2metre distance between us and anyone else? Well I had a real job keeping my distance , infact at one point there were groups of people from four directions. Ruby and I danced around avoiding them all. I have to admit though I was very concerned and I felt very unsafe. It is really getting to me, I was actually frightened, why were they all out when we have been asked to stay home.

Then our middle son popped round with a card for me, which caused consternation, hubby was not please and our lad did not come in, it’s awful when you are made nervous by your own son standing in your garden.

I know I promised I would not go on about it but it does worry me.

I feel so sorry for the homeless,they have nothing, no protection, no where to go they need help too. There is talk of some hotels opening up to the homeless I hope it is true.

The video below is a week old and not from my area, it’s from the north of England.

Another quiet evening, the evenings are longer than the days. Right let’s have a happy and positive song💜

Be safe out there.
We can beat this.

What Day Is It Anyway

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #286 Ashes&Cocoon

Image Pixabay

Vine or hop induced

Blind and deaf in your cocoon

Life’s ashes and wine

This us part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Why.

Image from pixabay

She
Lived in
The field all
Under the tree.
A tent, plastic bags
With lots of smelly mess.
People complained because
They did not want to look at her
She made them feel uncomfortable
She swore, made mess but what was her story.
Why
Is she
Now living
In a doorway
Come rain come or shine.
Two sleeping bags she owns.
A teddy,some plastic bags.
A note says "I lost my baby"
Her sad eyes say that this is so true
Where is the helping hand, where's kindness gone.

So many homeless people on our streets. They have become invisible, we pass them daily yet we don’t always see them. There was a young woman who lived in the field where I walk Ruby. She and her male friend had a couple of tents under one of the trees.

I did keep away as they could be abusive and I was worried that Ruby being a Labrador would eat something she shouldn’t. They slept in the field at night and during the day they sat in an empty doorway near one of the banks. I used to talk to her in the town , buy her a coffee. There was a deep sadness in her she had lost a baby and I really felt for her.

He disappeared first, now she is gone, they have been replaced by others. I wonder where they are.

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Image from here

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

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