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.

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.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Explosion.

Explosion Reaction

Image from Deviantart.

Explosion! what did he say.
No way, this is not right
He cannot say that today.
Close my eyes it’ll be all right.

Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.

Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
He’s spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.

Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Cancer it’s more than I can take.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 209, #POET’SCHOICE

Hooray, Colleen and her Tuesday Tanka Challenge is back from her short break. Colleen has been on the move and I for one wish her every happiness in her new home. Colleen said “Since it’s the first poetry challenge of the new year, Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!”

I have chosen to write an Acrostic Poem on the theme of Cancer. A subject that is giving me grief at the moment. Please don’t worry, as far as I know, I DO NOT HAVE CANCER sadly I have friends that do.

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Cancer Acrostic

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Cunning, creeping, conniving

Ailing , sickening  no longer thriving

Nearing  the end of  your tether

Coping, worse  and worse  than ever

Eroding  you slowly  from the inside

Ruin it, kill it, crush  it, poison it until it dies!

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Fight, Fight Fight.

Scream at the moon, appeal to the sun,

Beg for deliverance from this end to be undone.

Damn your luck, curse your fate

Demand a recount of the end date.

Clear these eyes, change the view.

Scrub away at this thing that is eating you.

Wash out that womb scour those ovaries

Rid this body of the death that might be.

Fight the enemy  growing within

Breath deep in the MRI, it makes such a din.

Swallow the drugs a chemical mix

Throw up your pain a hug will not fix

Rant at the day and scream at the night

Don’t  let Cancer win, no fight, fight, fight.

It’s a sneak a coward that hides

A sneak in the night that attacks from all sides.

#JusJoJan prompt the 7th – “Caught”

No, it’s not Fiction.

President Donald Trump
Image from here

Caught up in a spider’s webb of lies.
No comment without hate, his venom flies
Into the faces of those he has duped
They no longer think, their sense mute.
Oh! What a pathetic fall
“State of the Union” lost to all.

GP: Protester Trump supporter outside Capitol 210106

image from here

The Dyslexic Witch

LindaGHill’s Jusjojan.

Sorry it could not be ignored.

Happy Christmas to Everyone. 2020

It is Christmas day and I want to say to all those lovely bloggers out there all over the world who read my posts A Very Happy Christmas. Whether or not you celebrate Christmas I want to wish you be blessed, safe and healthy.

© willowdot21

Well it’s been a strange year hasn’t it. Full of hardship and problems for all. I imagine you could stop anyone on the street, in any town, city or village in any country or continent and they would have a tale of woe to share with you. So many people have died from the carrona virus. So many people still don’t know how they will be affected by long covid. We lost my mother in law to covid in early June, not long after her 100th birthday.

Then I fell ill, and was in and out of hospital until 27th November when I had an operation. During that time I had a cholosectomy drain and bag for four months. Recently our middle son has contracted covid. He is hopefully on the mend. We have had many other problems this year but that’s just the way it is.

We have had two lockdowns, a first and second wave of covid. We are now in a worse position than ever with two new variants rampaging around and cases and deaths going through the roof . Businesses have crashed, people have lost their jobs, their homes, loved ones…it’s a nightmare. It’s taking much longer than anyone thought. I will not mention governments or leaders who could of done better, by name, they know who they are.

Now Christmas has been curtailed. Where I live we are in tier four which is the highest tier. We personally can not see our children or grandchildren this year and that’s the same for most of us…the sensible ones, the ones who care about others and the rest of the world. Some will ignore the rules and be selfish. Aprantly after Christmas a lot more areas will be going into tier four. It’s not easy and there will be more hardship for all.

Throughout this year front line workers have done a sterling job of being there for us all, over the world. To all of them I say THANK YOU.

We will be cooking an extra meal for our son who has covid and drive it over to his home. We will leave it outside his front door and wave to him through his window. We will also video call him and our other two sons, daughter in law and grandchildren..a little together time, apart.

Well now I hope you all have the best Christmas you can , let’s count our blessings. Maybe this pandemic can teach us that love, kindness and compassion are not just for Christmas or any festival , no those things are for every day. I am looking forward to a hug, a touch and being able to be with family and friends so here’s to the vaccine and better times. Love you all.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 36: (GIFT) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (MAD and Sane) which and this Décima Challenge of GIFT in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to do so. Here is the link to my Haiku.

The gift of madness.

Image from Pixabay.

Corridors full of empty souls
Dancing but their spirits won’t lift.
Sanity is not ours to gift
Lost forever all youthful goals
Here hope is gone it downhill rolls.
Screaming inside, making no sound
Dancing in circles round and round.
Foresake all hope of leaving here.
Keeping guard, surrounded by fear.
We’re all lost never to be found.

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This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt – Glimpsed – #writephoto

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

This week’s photo prompt:

P1110985

Pingback and  rules 

The priory on the Rim of Io

The  priory on the Rim of was the last of it’s kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. …but not quite!

Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence  being  there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.

She spent her days , happily in the priory and it’s gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. Her nights she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.

Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away. 

She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.

Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.

And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the  Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.

Sadly  the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.

What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom. All because she could not resist looking out the window.

Sue Vincent’s :#writephoto. Frozen.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

Today I have chosen an old photo and add a new story. An Acrostic Poem.

Fridged , cold as ice

Running water stopped in its tracks

Oil painting reflection of weak sun and silver moon.

Zenith of winter all life perished.

Eden never saw this,there summer was cherished.

No, we lost that chance no we pay the price.

Sue Vincent #writephoto

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