The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 1, 2023

It’s the first Friday of April and Linda is here with our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda said: “For the people who participate in my prompts and who are joining the A to Z Challenge this month, I’ll keep April’s SoCS prompts appropriate for the letter of the day. Here’s your prompt for this week:”

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “antic.” Use it as a word or find a word that contains it. Bonus points if you do both. Enjoy!

Well Linda is up to her antics of getting us to use our brains! Here is my little effort!

Love Antic

My love is gigantic
Familiar and romantic
No need to look for the semantic
Forgive me if I am too pedantic
My voice is *sonantic
To get to you I’d swim the Atlantic
My beliefs are *Vedantic
Making my heart *marantic

*sonantic: adj. 1. ( Phonetics & Phonology) phonetics denoting a voiced sound capable of forming a syllable or syllable nucleus. 2. inherently possessing, exhibiting, or producing a sound.

*Vedantic: Vedanta, also known as Uttara Mīmāṃsā, is a Hindu philosophical tradition that is one of the six orthodox schools of Hindu philosophy. Wikipedia

*marantic : verrucous or nonbacterial thrombotic endocarditis, is characterised by the deposition of an amorphous mixture of fibrin and platelets onto heart valves. Although not commonly a cause of death in forensic practice, it may be associated with systemic embolisation.

Happy Saturday

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 455 CAVE and Climb

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .
Image from Pixabay.

Out of the darkness
into the light we scale fear
caverns of despair.

© willowdot21.


Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #54. Use RELIABLE as your inspiration this week.

©hotpinkwellintons © willowdot21

You can depend on me, always here for you through the nightmares
No need to worry I will be just one step behind you, your safety net
In the darkest hour I will be your light and your guide.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image


#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 312


SPRING is in the air! This #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by works of art.

💐 This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form (both on the same post). 💐

FridayPainting: Claude Monet “The Artist’s Garden at Giverny” See the post over at Rebecca Budd’s blog Chasing Art

I have chosen to try a Diatelle this week is syllabic beat is 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1.


My dream place
Where my mind’s ease
Lifts me, to gentle space
Perfume heady take my mind home
To a kinder time, happy and carefree
Pastel soft my mood lightens as memories flood
Murmurs in my ears, flowers in my hands
Time slips by like hourglass sand
I meld into this place
Remove the years
Grateful, tired
I find



A life given in love. Mum Gentle She Was.

My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour. I tend to bring it out most years.

Polesden  Lacey
© willowdot21.Mum

Gentle she was.

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own salon, a teaser of hair and tresses.

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months

Brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.

Then after all was finished, came me making six.

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

The door always open to family and waifs and strays

Big hearted she was to all who past through our door.

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,

She was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart

There was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away

And when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.

Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken ,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him.

Lost she was without the quiet man .

Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.

Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was, sad eyed frighted lamb lonely, lonely.

Tiny she was sadly lost to us long before,

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.

I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

Song Lyric Sunday: Blue Grass Good Old Boys.

Jim Adams

Hi it’s Sunday and time for Jim Adams to bring us this week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday, which is Blue Grass Music .

Bluegrass music is a genre of American roots music that developed in the 1940s in the Appalachian region of the United States. The genre derives its name from the band Bill Monroe and the Blue Grass Boys. Like mainstream country music, it largely developed out of old-time string music, though in contrast, bluegrass is traditionally played exclusively on acoustic instruments and also has roots in traditional English, Scottish, and Irish ballads and dance tunes as well as in blues and jazz. Bluegrass was further developed by musicians who played with Monroe, including 5-string banjo player Earl Scruggs and guitarist Lester Flatt. Monroe characterized the genre as: “Scottishbagpipes and ole-time fiddlin’. It’s a part of MethodistHoliness and Baptist traditions. It’s blues and jazz, and it has a high lonesome sound.”

Now I find Blue Grass a very interesting it spans many years and locations . It’s very easy on the ear …now that may not be quite true, it’s very easy on my ear it may not be everyone’s cup of tea or coffee. I have chosen a very old song by a comparatively modern group.

Man of Constant Sorrow by Home Free.

Home Free is an American country a cappella group of five vocalists: Austin Brown, Rob Lundquist, Adam Rupp, Tim Foust, and Adam Chance. Starting as a show group, they toured with approximately 200 shows a year across the United States. The group won the fourth season of The Sing-Off on NBC in 2013. They sang an arrangement of Hunter Hayes‘ “I Want Crazy” as their final competitive song, earning the group $100,000 and a recording contract with Sony. More information Wiki

Man of Constant Sorrow” (also known as “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow“) is a traditional American folk song first published by Dick Burnett, a partially blind fiddler from Kentucky. The song was originally titled “Farewell Song” in a songbook by Burnett dated to around 1913. A version recorded by Emry Arthur in 1928 gave the song its current titles.

There exists some uncertainty as to whether Dick Burnett is the original writer. In an interview he gave toward the end of his life, he was asked about the song:

Charles Wolfe: “What about this “Farewell Song” – ‘I am a man of constant sorrow’ – did you write it?” Richard Burnett: “No, I think I got the ballad from somebody – I dunno. It may be my song …

read more about the origin of the song here.

I am a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I’ve been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I’m bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
(He has no friends to help him now)

It’s fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I’ll die upon this train
(Perhaps he’ll die upon this train)

You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)

Maybe your friends think I’m just a stranger
My face, you’ll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore
(He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Allen / Scott Mills / Traditional / Victor Carrera

I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 18, 2023

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Hello everyone it time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and LindaGHill is here with this week’s prompt. Linda said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tape.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Use it any way you like. Enjoy!”

Colours sewn together a rainbow collection
There’s love and life taped herein, from every direction.
As my dad would say life’s rich tapestry
Is what makes us human and free.
Fingers may bleed putting in the stitches
Clever women have it all taped up, tapestry witches.
So bring me threads and ribbons so life is all taped up.
Tapestry of history and love has life all quilted up.

© willowdot21

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #53. Use CONTENTMENT as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

We walk hand in hand accepting who we are.
No need to reach for the stars, at one with nature
I’m here for you and you for me we don’t always agree, Yet we have found contentment.


Wordless Wednesday: younger days.

THIS IS PART OF Hugh’s Wordless Wednesday.

The Tranquility Toolbox – Tranquil Thursday #6

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash

This week for Tranquil Thursday Maggie From Cave Walls said : “How we deal with chaos is our choice. It is not always an easy choice, but ultimately our responses are up to us, with a few exceptions course. We can choose a hot bath or a long walk. We may opt for a cup of tea or a shot of whiskey. Maybe a handful of cookies or an hour in a warm bath is more your style. Sometimes a chat with an understanding friend is all you need, while someone else may want to lose themselves in a good book.”

Can you recall a particularly chaotic or stressful time in your life? How did you manage the stress?

Many, Many and I always did still do retreat into my head….. Music, poetry and writing . Imagination I suppose imagine my self away from the fear, pain , grief … Here is my theme tune.

Where is the one place in the world where all your troubles disappear – even if only for a moment?

The eyes of those I love

Do you like for other people to try and raise your spirits or do you prefer to deal with things on your own?

I prefer to sort myself out but I do accept help if I can’t drag myself up .

What quote, song, book, or movie serves as an inspiration to you when things get tough?

When I was learning to walk again after breaking my back the second time the songs of Imogen Heap really kept me going especially when I was in pain and walking was the last thing I wanted to do. Her voice in my headphones really helped. Especially Breathe.

Does solitude quiet your mind or do you need to pump up the volume?

I love quiet but I love music, radio or a talking book even more.

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