One-Liner Wednesday. The Sea.

The ocean brings me peace

It’s song my troubles cease.

© willowdot21. 2019.

Exploring reality?

Sue shares wisdom.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

flowers moon 020It was one of those conversations where a simple thought ended up taking us a long way. There had been a dream… one of those where it seems more real than reality and a lifetime is lived in the space of a night, and though completely out of context in terms of the waking self, it has its own validity and depth.

In such dreams you have relationships… ones that feel, to the dreamer, to be as full and rounded as in an ordinary day. That’s where the discussion started. How do relationships work in dreams? They are built on memory… How can a dreamer have memories of events neither their dream-self nor their day-self has experienced? And if that is impossible, how can there be relationships of love, friendship, fear? And yet, when we dream, we feel them. An interesting one to ponder…

You could put it down to…

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #266 Twisted&Cross

I rue the dark day

Your twisted mind reached for me

Leaving me star crossed

This is part of Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Song Lyric Sunday. 10/8/2019 Famous People.

It’s Sunday again and Jim Adams of NewEpicAuthor said : “The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week to be a song that includes somebody famous in it.”

Well the first song that comes to mind is the wonderful history lesson We didn’t start the fire by Billy Joel. It is a virtual how’s how and what happened then of modern history. I think more than one person will choose this brilliant song.

Then there is the wonderful Rock on ,James Dean by the fabulous David Essex.

Next I have chosen Joan D’Arc by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark.

There are so many so I am just going to pick one more . Betty Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes

Oh!one more please High Flying Adored by Antonio Bandares and Madonna. From the Musical Evita which was about Eva Perón it was originally recorded by David Essex and Elaine Paige.

And the David Essex and Elaine Paige one .

Okay okay I am being greedy I will stop now. 💜💜💜

I hope you enjoy this I certainly did 💜💜💜

#songlyricsunday.

Weekends

Another Saturday Night.

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Well here I am again sitting on my bed, nothing better to do on a Saturday evening than play word games or do crossword or write this blog.

where would I rather be? Out enjoying the latter end of the day with friends or family or at the theatre for a concert or a musical.

Sadly all are things of the past.  Any excursions have to be fitted into 2 hour slots when Carers are here. Sometimes I feel like a refugee looking for somewhere to go . I am not one for retail therapy.

Some days are ok. I have a chairobics session with a few friends.

Once a fortnight I Volunteer in my local Library shelving returns chatting with borrowers and finding requested books.

On the alternative weeks I play Scrabble with a friendly group of Ladies!

Appointments for manicures and hairdos are fitted in too!

I should…

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#Writephoto ~ Destination

A beautiful poem by Anita Dawes

anita dawes and jaye marie

Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

foggy-morning-019.jpg Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

Through the sunlit cathedral

Could I be looking at the mists of Avalon?

Are Arthur and Merlin waiting beyond the veil?

If I continue walking, would I finally find Camelot?

Would the true mysteries be revealed to me?

My heart was pounding, my footsteps slow to a crawl

If I entered the mist, would I return, would I want to?

Part of me willed the mist to clear, to see nothing more

than the continuing avenue of gold tipped trees

I reached the tree where the half-clipped moon shone through

I stood still, hardly breathing

My soul longing to walk through the mist

Find Camelot and beg the Gods to let me stay.

My true…

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Oviellejo #4

Heaven Help us all 2

like mercury colliding...

US Mass Shootings, 1982-2019: Data From Mother Jones’ Investigation


oh what a tangled mess we’ve weaved
now a nation grieves

we offer prayers, while asking why
to an empty sky

raining terror down on our heads
as we count the dead

we’ll blame some other foe instead
of looking at our own dark hearts
admitting that we played a part
now a nation grieves to an empty sky as we count the dead

~kat


The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.

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Enough Is Enough!

Heaven Help us all.

charles french words reading and writing

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

Edmund Burke

How many mass shootings will occur before we do something about it? Once again, a horrible shooting took place today in El Paso, Texas. The numbers that I have seen on television reporting are at least 19 dead and over 40 wounded. Once again, this horror occurs in America. Once again, we can expect those politicians who are in the control of the NRA to offer “thoughts and prayers.” Once again, we, as a nation, need to demand action.

Once again, we need to say in one voice, “Enough is enough!”

This is a uniquely American tragedy, not that it cannot happen in other countries, but the sheer numbers of incidents that do occur here make it part of the fabric of our nation.

We must not allow this to be normal…

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Slow Time

Not Tomatoes

It’s been a week of slow time. Minutes unhurried as they spread languidly into hours that stretch the boundary of day into night. I find myself shedding worry easily. It falls like dead strands of hair ready to let go with the lightest tug. I do not miss its absence, but find myself welcoming the lift of its weight as it releases.

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I needed this week beside the lake, where my eyes can travel the surface of water to meet the rise of Earth before it gives way to sky. Clouds pass by winged travelers. Sea gulls catching gold on their wings, even though the ocean is miles away. They too care not for time or place. Blue dragonflies skim the horizon in search of mosquitos. A cormorant puffs out its chest on the raft we have just anchored as though we have brought it just for him. Another displaced…

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 3/19

Its Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Lindaghill said:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “astronomical.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

Astronomical

Infinity, black, peppered with silver stars.

The unknown beyond bounds

The heavens an open universe

Watched by us tiny specs below

Man has spent millennia reaching out

It is too vast for us to understand

The celestial, beauty and mystery hand in hand.

Astronomical.

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