The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 4, 2023

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LindaGHill banged on my front day, then shouted through the letter box. ” It’s Friday! And I’m back with your regular Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I admit I feel a bit lost already, not having posted yesterday. I should blog more … Anyway, here’s your prompt

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “perfection.’” Use it any way you like. Enjoy!

Perfection

We all strive for it but really it does not exist. We all just need to accept that nothing is perfect. We can waste vast swaths of our lives striving for it.
If we just accept this we can all be happy with near perfection.

Life gives us what it sees fit
I am happy with my lot
I’ve learnt not to hair split
To be blessed with what I have got.
Near perfection is enough for me
Life’s imperfect, realising this is key.

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY.

Silent Thursday: What is written what isn’t written yet.

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash

Maggie from, from cave walls wrote: ‘January is behind us and I felt I should give you an update on my conversation with Lauren on the status of our Throwback Thursday posts. “

She has spoken to Lauren who she started Throwback Thursday with about it’s future. They have decided that as Lauren is not well and has enough to cope with at the moment they would suspend Throwback Thursday until Lauren feels she can cope.

So for now Maggie has decided to do a Tranquil Thursday prompt until Throwback Thursday returns. As a I see it out prompt this week is : What is written  in your book and what remains unwritten?

I am not a hundred percent sure if I have read this correctly anyway here goes.

Life… A Terza Rima, what is written. © willowdot21

I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

I walked daily amid madness and strife.

When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.

I learned to read and write at school.

Yet they did not want me to think

I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.

I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers formed that gave my life tiers

Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds
Hold on to them as I may they slipped away.

Like so much detritus blown around the bins.

Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words, my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice

No one was unkind no tears burned me

Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.

Married, they all said, your but a baby

I was determined though, afraid to be left alone

So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.

Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home

Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids

Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown

For a while all is bright and darkness fades

What the future holds I do not know

I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades

The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life, newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.

We had a girl who could not stay

Then a boy who nearly didn’t either

But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.

We had to move down west to pastures new

Fresh start with baby on the way

Staying with inlaw’s a tricky thing to do.

Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay

Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness

Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.

Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed

Hubby worked away I was so alone

Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.

Back to London and my Mum’s home

Finding comfort in family and the old familiar

For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.

At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.

The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain

Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!

The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.

I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.

Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.

I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived

As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house

Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.

I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.

I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.

I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.

Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers

The boys grew and flourished they were out life

Then we moved house again to our forever home .

It’s never easy being a mother or a wife

It pushes you and stresses you to your limit

Yet it brings joy and meaning to your life.

Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretchrd and torn

Yet with their choices I really can’t complain.

Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.

Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

🌹

What is unwritten

So now I have wings and I am armed with a pen…. Mightier than the sword? Yes I think so. Writing has opened my eyes and I have made so many friends online. I have grandchildren who are wonderful.

So what’s unwritten? A lot less than is but I shall not waste what is left. I want to publish, I want to cuddle my grandsons I want to embrace my family and life.

This is part of Maggie’s Silent Thursday.

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #47. Use ESCAPE as your inspiration this week.

Escape

Finally the chance to get away, restraints slack, door unlocked.
Silently, heart pounding. Crawl into the night’s cool air.
Sweet smell of earth surrounds me then pain. Blackness as life escapes me.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 447 BUBBLING and Creek.

It’s effervescence
Filling tides, inlets and coves
Bubbling like Champagne.

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 29th, 2023

LindaGHill just landed in my inbox she said : “Hey there! It’s our daily prompt! Today is our twenty-ninth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to us by Wendy. Thanks so much, Wendy! Please be sure to visit Wendy’s blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 29th 2023, is “exercise.” Use the word “exercise” any way you’d like. Have fun!

If you’d like to see what I have so far on your prompt list and what’s to come, you can find it HERE.

When we exercise we get an adrenaline rush.

James laughing at himself 🤣😂 love him.

Exercise feeds the brain
Exercise increases blood flow to the brain. Due to its high metabolic demand, the brain demands good circulation, and exercise aids it. An increase in blood flow is not only extremely beneficial, it is essential. Exercise induces good blood flow to deliver all the nutrients required to carry out the brain’s job, while it also increases production molecules important to brain function, including memory. Information from here.

A touch of the cap for JezzieG.https://jezzieg.com/

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2023 Daily Prompt – Jan. 28th

2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! 

You can also use the Just Jot it January badge! To find the rules for Just Jot it January, click here.

LindaGHill arrived again with our prompt: “Welcome to our final combination Daily 2023 Just Jot it January Prompt and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for SATURDAY, JANUARY 28th! Where has January gone? It’s flown by for me.

For those of you joining SoCS for the first time, it’s a little different than the other prompts in that it’s not always a whole or single word. If you’re joining in from JusJoJan, don’t want to write stream of consciousness style, no worries. It’s up to you! If you do want to try it, please check out the rules below. It’s fun! Here’s your Saturday prompt:

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 28th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “throw in the towel.” Use the phrase “throw in the towel” somewhere in your post. Enjoy!

Throw in the Towel

To give up to concede
When it is too difficult
To slow your pace give up the lead
When the going gets tough
Shrug your shoulders and say enough
When you can no longer duck the punches.
The gym implodes you can do no more crunches.
That job has taken so long it makes you scowl.
Give up, give in, throw in the towel.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 26th, 2023

LindaGHill’s was here again earlier and she said:”Hey there! I’m back with your regular daily prompt. Today is our twenty-sixth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to us by J-Dub. Thanks loads, J-Dub! Please be sure to visit J-Dub’s blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 26th 2023, is “family.” Use the word “family” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

If you’d like to see what I have so far on your prompt list and what’s to come, you can find it HERE.

Family : well Mum met Dad and they fell in love. Not only were they from different ends of the social scale but he was catholic and she a protestant but somehow they overcame the odds and had a life long loveafair, nine children six of whom six survived. I was the youngest, I had three sisters and two brothers to look up too. Now I have told you all many tales of my family life and how Mum and Dad taught us all good family and christian valves.

© willowdot21.

some of the siblings and cousins: me at the front.

© willowdot21
© willowdot21

Family Maths

First there was me then I met you
We united and that made us two
Growing close we became one
Then a new life came along
We became two plus one.
Moving on and we soon had another one
Our total rising up to four
A nice round figure, then along came one more!
Our numbers added up to five
Our youngsters keep us alive.
Five was our sum for a long while
Then number five met number six and that Made us all smile.
So there we stayed for a while.
Not quite the same as before
Different for all, then suddenly we find there is one more!
So here we are at seven
All is good and seems like heaven.
We all learn new roles and tricks
As grandparents and uncles we enter the mix.
We just get it off all pat
When number eight lands on the mat!
So here we are a family of eight
There may be more and that will be great.

© willowdot21

Then there is my Blogging Family all of you who I love and lots of whom I have met at the Bloggers Bash. I have written about you all too my bloggily. Photos of some of you, those still with us some sadly gone. If you are not there you still count , you are all important to me.💜

Family, The fur Family, Steve, Minky 1,2,3,4 and 5 Multi and Tinker, Rebbo and Ruby.

Colleen Chesebro’#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge, 1/24/22, No. 304

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

Your challenge for this week:

Is to write Ekphrastic poem.

The beautiful painting above has inspired me to write a Sijo. The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

Three Lines 14-16 syllables per lineA total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

Cold, cold, cold.

No weather so artic could out freeze her soul.
No snow blizzard could chill her more, her heart is like ice from winters depths.
Her countenance belies the hate she carries, heavy. The lady of the snows.

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THIS IS PART OF Colleen Tanka Tuesday wordcraft

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 446 CHIRP and Hello.

This week I’ve written a Haiku inspired by this mornings walk with Ruby.

© willowdot21

Cold frosty morning
Across frozen fields we tramp
Birds from frosted trees
Chirp having survived the night
Bleak midwinter’s harsh hello.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

When will it ever end?

Two poems I wrote almost a year ago, not thinking the war between the Ukraine and Russia would still be waging.

Painting:Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

Russian Dancers

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

© willowdot21.

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painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.

THE EASTERN WINDS

The washing hangs abandoned
In the Ukraine, blooded and singed
Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs .
It is tethered to a line, an invisible line
Everyone has forgotten and it stays Abandoned in the cold wind and snow.

It’s a symbol of the people
Made refugee
Hanging between life and death
Bombarded by those with no conscience
Empty promises of safe passage
Hanging on the invisible line
We must not dessert them.

© willowdot21.

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