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The dream

The other night while flying high across the cold black winter’s sky I saw a cluster of stars, they winked at me from afar. I was curious to see just why they winked when they saw me.

The tiny cluster of stars which were grouped together just south of Mars were celebrating with delight the shiny furnament of night.

The twinkling sparkling dancing light leapt from side to side across the night. I joined in and leapt and played and lazily from star to planet I flipped and swayed. Spinning through the universe the view from Rhea is diverse. Looking out into the distance I noticed a planet which looked so blue .

Such vibrant colours it promised me , I could not resist I had to go and see. As I grew near it was clear to see the blue, blue planet looked sad to me.

Gently reaching out I asked how all it sadness had come about. With all it worries on its shoulder it told me how its’ people had let it moulder they have worked it too hard and emptied it out and broken its back it was exhausted of that there is no doubt. I was grief stricken and could not understand how could this of come about.

They had broken a hole in its ozone and now it’s Sun was burning it’s land and shifting the seasons as famine and death walked hand in hand. Why would they do this to you I asked. Why would they repay you with grief , why condemn their planet to die.

Why do they not understand that what they have, had was a gift given from God’s own hand. How could they have laid this poor planet so low. It broke my heart but I needed to know. The answer is not a pretty one , greed, war and ignorance have strutted too long and now the resources of this planet are nearly all gone.

I awoke with a start but I instantly knew that what my dream was telling me was true. We are loosing our planet our mother earth we have used her and abused her and forgotten her worth. I really don’t know if it is too late . If it is the outcome is too fearful to contemplate.

Thank you for the Nomination

Hello dear fellow bloggers, in this twisty and turning but endless blogosphere, Fallenelegy http://fallenelegy.wordpress.com/ has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. I am speechless and so honoured. fallenelegy has an awesome blog and I recommend a visit, you will not be disappointed. A talented poet and writer, keeps me looking for the next post. Being nominated is kind of considered as winning there are official rules involved in order to accept the award:

1)Thank the person who gave you this award and link back to his/her blog.
2) Next nominate 15 bloggers for this award and notify them about the nomination.
Finally, tell readers seven things about yourself.

I’m really delighted to be nominated for this award but as per official rules,

You must create a list of 15 blogs that you enjoy most and link to those as well. Then you must go and tell them you have nominated them. That means if you do not have 15, you cannot do this step. If you do not complete this step, then you cannot claim this award.

I am just happy to be able to receive this nomination and so here are my nominees . I believe some of them have been nominated more than once. I have found such beautiful words on this site I would just like to thank you all.

Rule Number 1

Thank you so much for the nomination.

Rule NO2

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Please check out these pages ( above) they are all amazing and some have been nominated already!

also rule NO3
I ) have three sons and a husband and even though it is often not easy I love them all very much.
2 ) I love black coffee , but if I drink too much it upsets my stomach.
3 ) I am absolutely no good at sewing or knitting!
4 ) I have no qualifications from school and I never attend College or University I have learnt all I know from the University of life.
5 ) I love writing and reading , sometimes I think I am happier in the virtual world than the real one ….but the real one is where I live.
6) I love the sky at night the stars and the planets I would love to travel through space…. I was born too soon!! ;O)
7 ) I have broken my back twice , the second time I really had a bad time two operations and the threat of a wheelchair three times…. but I am standing. I walk with a stick but I walk . I am a determined woman…. I love life.

I wish a very happy Sunday to you all be well and happy and power to your pen . x

Tuscany

Golden green and sun kissed blue a strange explosion of colours where the old meets new. Gentle whispers on breeze pass your ears and enchant the leaves. Reflecting sun from a long ago shield catches your eye from away across the field.

Cool shadows bless the narrow street that you now wonder where before have so many feet. The tall towers look like skyscrapers from a distance they were homes, warehouse and last defence nothing left to chance.

The grapes and olives grow anew as for centuries they have and do they notice the changing seasons as years progress and people follow life for many reasons. The paths that now horses trot along are the very same as were travelled in years bygone.

The view from the castle rampart high is still the same as when surfs, lords and ladies passed by. Great battles on these hills were fought from medieval to world war 2 and all for nought. The castles and walled towns still stand they live and breathe past and future hand in hand.

The café’s, restaurants and the shops all fit into the ancient stone buildings and castle tops looking out at the same view that they always had and always will do. The modern women in their high heel shoes and haute couture walking carefully on the cobbled floor of streets that have born dainty shoes and bare feet before.

Field of long stalks and drooping heads hung down the month before were seas of yellow. The sun flowers wearing their crown. Swaying and dancing in the enchanted breeze to catch the eye and the soul to please.

So when you visit town or village the walls all tell a story , they live and breathe this 21st century yet they do not forget their older glories. The houses and churches all have souls who mingle with todays’ and share their goals.

This wondrous mix I have never seen in all my life or even in a dream. I love the colours and light , sun by day and moon at night.The streets and buildings team with life as always, they’ve have seen love and grief joy and strife.

I hope one day my life will guide me back this way so in fields of gold under azure skies I will sway. I will watch the present and the past living united. I pray God that lasts.

The Wall

We travel together , but apart your distance from me is braking my heart. Our seats are side by side yet as you sit down you build wall behind which hide.

We move along together but in our separate ways in silence we start and end our days . I set the table with cloth and crockery put down the food which we eat ,nothing to say? It is all a mockery.

We are busy avoiding the truth, all the time. You with your work and I with mine . When did this all happen were did our love go. Now there is a huge void between us it is physical I cannot get through it 0r round it, I have tried, you must know.

We disembark together collect our luggage and the car then continue the journey , I read as you drive the car. I reach out to touch you I see that flinch am I that awful that simple contact makes you wince ? We look at the scenery and discuss the flight we talk but we do not communicate , there is no reaching each other, now that is not right.

We book in jointly and walk up the stairs I draw in the scenery. You pour us a drink we chink glasses, cheers! I need you to see me, I need to see you. We must work together, you know that is true. Brick by brick the wall has to go but I need your help .You already know.

We walk through the field inches apart but miles of ice caverns separate our hearts. Sitting on the pier surrounded by sea I can’t scale the emptiness can you come to me?

We enjoy the sun set and say how gold are it’s last rays , we are good at that, joining to give away praise. I look at you and you avert your eyes I known you are not with me but with her, another part of me dies.

We need to be honest and work this all out we still have a chance to turn this about. Our paths may be different and take us apart but we need to discover what is left in our hearts. It may mean we no longer present this united front. Let take up sledge hammers and smash this wall , lets be blunt. We are not living in this relationship its true , and it is not enough for either of us to continue as we do.

We need to be honest we need to talk , it scares the hell out of me and I know you’d rather just walk. We could face the facts and work out what to do I have said my piece now it is up to you!

Just to explain

Hello everyone of my new and good friends. I have been away and so I am sorry that I have not answered any of your comments or left anyway of my own on all your beautiful poetry and writings.

I have been discovering the beautiful Tuscan region of Italy. It is a land full of grapes, olives , green rolling hills which in the months before my visit were covered in amazing sunflowers. Imagine the scenery fields and fields of golden sun flowers dancing in the breeze. There were only a few left as we drove through but we could see their dried up stalks and the occasional golden flower head still in the fields.

We visited many beautiful walled cities, towns and villages, people are living and working in the places straight out of history. Alive and vividly beautiful , full of echoes of the centuries that have gone before. It is a shame that more countries have not kept their history alive in this way. I do realize that many countries , New Zealand, Australia, America, Canada and some of the newer South African states do not have centuries of history ……. but there are people who populated those countries before the new settles arrived and claimed the soil. I do know that many European countries, mine among them,were war ravaged and so have had to rebuild loosing many original towns and villages.

Tuscany , no doubt all of Italy , I only have knowledge of Tuscany , but as I was saying Tuscany celebrates its history and it’s present together. It is alive with beauty and sun and history. In may places I could feel the presence of all those who had walked the cobbled streets and looked out from the high walled walks of a castle and saw exactly what I saw, when they looked out from that same spot.

We stayed in a beautiful house built in the 13th century it was full of the sense of what went before . Our hosts were truly kind and welcoming people who made our stay so much more special. Also we were so lucky, in that all our fellow guests turned out to be beautiful and friendly people of all types and nationalities and we feel that we have made firm friendships with all of them.

Every evening we all shared a meal, at a long table and what ever mix of guests that was there each evening we always found that the mix of good food and wine was enhanced a thousand fold by the joy and fun found in banter and conversation with our fellow guests and our hosts.

So dear friends and fellow writers that is my excuse and explanation for my silence , I am back now so it is catch up time and hopefully the Tuscan sun, fun and ghosts will inspire me to write.

Nature in the evening glow

Standing on the edge of nowhere looking out upon the night. Reaching out to touch the red and gold all my senses taken to flight. Mistress of all I see queen of my domain I have seen it all before yet somehow I still remain.

The breeze is mine I breath it in and out I also rule the tides,of that you need not doubt. I throw the stars out like dice to dance around the moon who’s reflection will be dancing upon the water soon.

I spin around and my skirt of blue and green begins to billow out, the children left upon the beach begin to scream and shout. I loose the sapphire clip that holds my flaxen locks it waves in the breeze and the fishermen can see it reflected in the sky as they line up along the docks.

I see the lovers old and young hiding in their trysts I lower my eyelids the light escapes and shows them all up, I smile at them as they shake their fists. I lift my arms and I fly up into the sky I see all below me the beauty of it always makes me cry. I do my best to please human kind they often just ignore until it is too late , and that is so unkind. I shall just say that once more and after you have chosen your fate.

Mistress of all I see queen of my domain I have seen it all before yet somehow I still remain. The dusk is rolling in but not for much longer, you have ravished me for too long and I am not growing any stronger. I am the evening glow I am mother nature but I may not rise tomorrow as you have exhausted me. I could extend your desserts and I could extend your seas if you do behave and start taking better care of me.

Fate intervenes

Sitting at window each day

He sees her as he passes her way.

He drives to work early you see

And she is usually there drinking her cup of tea.

Each morning as she starts the day

She hopes the loneliness will go away.

With her cup of tea sitting in the bay

A lovely way to start the lonely day .

He wonders what she would say

If he plucked up the courage and knocked at her door one day.

Perhaps an evening would be best,

With a bouquet of flowers and in his smartest suit dressed.

Looking out she’d often see the cars passing by while she is sitting there.

A handsome young man always looks her way,

So often now she almost gave him a wave.

He looks so cute as he catches her eye

Each morning as he passes by.

She wonders would he ever stop

And through her door a note he would drop.

They could meet, that would be great

But just how to curve the paths of fate.

Time moves on and so does he,

He is one she no longer sees.

It is a shame she often thinks

As she sips her morning drinks.

One morning being early for work

She stops for a coffee to give her mind that extra perk.

Standing in the queue eyes wander

Landing on a profile that makes her heart beat stronger.

He parks his car everyday

A tidy walk from his work away.

He likes to exercise, he always wonders if the girl in the bay

Has noticed he no longer passes her way.

She was so cute he thinks of her most every day. As he stops for coffee at the usual place,

Waiting in the queue he sees a familiar face.

So as they both turn and come face to face

She smiles at him their hearts pick up the pace.

He flashes her his biggest smile

As butterflies tango in his tummy all the while.

Would she like a coffee she hears him ask,

She would and she tells him so,

Shall we drink it here have you time before you have to go.

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So shall we leave them sitting there together now at last .

They do look happy to have met. The shop is busy but they are all alone.

After work they both return to meet, she loves her flowers and then he drives her home……..

The chance meeting.

I had no idea what he would say when at the checkout I stop to pass the time of day. How are you doing , good that’s okay and Ellen I heard she was unwell is she okay .

He told me, my friend , his dear wife had only a finger hold left on life.There was no hope they have been told. His fortitude and his daughters face made my blood run cold.

I could see the pained look on his daughters face, both of them trying not to cry I’d reach out but this was not the place. I could say nothing he had not heard before. I told him this, then a look of relief in his eyes I saw.

It would not have help for me to have laboured the point, or to have said any more. It was clear he knew how I felt, and he would of heard it all before.

They finished packing their shopping and as they left they promised to give her my love leaving me lost and bereft.

I hate Cancer it is so cruel it attacks anyone be they wise or a fool. It has no respect for those who are good and kind it tears up your body and it slaughters your mind. If I could kill it I really would it is wicked and bad and evil and does no one any bloody good.

Talk to the hand

Talk to the hand the face ain’t listening . Don’t get that close to me I can see the tiny hairs on your neck bristling! Screaming at me like that is just so pointless I have done nothing wrong so why cause me so much distress.

I know every time I open my mouth I say something wrong and then the whole day goes south. Why is it you loose your temper with me when I am trying so hard to please you , any one can see.

Talk to the hand the face does not care. I try so hard to do things right,it just is not fair. I have been doing these things for many a year but since you’ve needed to take over at all my efforts you jeer.Yet you can’t understand why I take comfort and strength from being in here!

I do understand how hard you have worked over the years, now you have had to take me on too. Just because I can’t do as much why make me feel a jerk. There is no need to raise your voice I am neither stupid or deaf yes I know I can’t do all things, so don’t take away the things I have left.

Talk to the hand the face has gone out ,I am sorry but I can no longer react when you scream and shout. It is pointless me doing things, when however hard I try they just are not right for you and that makes me cry. I have known you so long but still you are a mystery to me that just can’t be right, really, how can it be?

I try my hardest not to say stupid or inappropriate things I watch my words because your anger, my heart stings.I really don’t mean to, I really do try but I just open my mouth and out it all will fly. If only I could just eat my words but sadly once out, they are all over heard.

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Talk to the hand the face wants to pass I spend all of my life walking on broken glass. I have tried to be mediator between the kids and you because you expect such high standards in all they say or do.Fathers and sons are not easy to handle why can’t you just relax and stop putting our relationships through the mangle.

When past meets the future

Ever since my mother handed me, what we laughingly called the family jewels, I have been obsessed with its history what went before. Was it a history of wise men or of fools. As soon as it was placed into my hand I became its keeper and I felt my life and its history became laced entwined the same.

I sit here at my computer working late I lean back to ease my spine. Suddenly I see a flash of a woman working at her embroidery her stance the same as mine. I am intrigued, in truth I need to know who is this woman and why does she haunt me so.

My friends are all complaining , they ring me all the time. Urging me to join them they do not understand. My time just now is not mine. I have to find her, I have to know, her life is linked with mine the family tree tells me so. Hours I have spent researching the 16th century and it has paid off as there is so much of our family to see.

Carmel, she even had my name and her husband was a mighty lord, a knight of some renown. He was a fair man and ruled with kindness his domain. I found a painting of them upon the ramparts high.He was handing her a necklace which looks like mine. A fact you can’t deny. A look of joy between them as they are set against the evening sky.

Okay, I give in, I really need some sleep the information will still be here tomorrow my search for knowledge will keep. Turning off the computer the painting the last thing I see I slink off to bed closing the study door quietly.

Gently now don’t wake him he too has had a long day, and he will only chide me for staying up so late, he cares in his own way.I was so tired and quickly I slipped into the sleep of the just or was it the dead the thoughts of Carmel Athloe gentle floating about my head.

The sun was out as we arose, such a beautiful day, lets visit the Athloe castle,your namesake lets go, Mike said, lets go today. I was in the shower and could not believe my ears , he always teased me about that fact my family own the the ruin but had not lived there in two hundred years.

A quick call round to friends and a picnic soon prepared. It felt good to be going there a chance to clear the air. The food the wine the company the sun and sea too was glorious and our friends all said how lucky we were to own this spot I replied that, that, was true.

As evening arrived I went up upon the ramparts high there I stood my back to the sea as I gazed towards the sky. Breeze came up , my hair began to fly then as I looked down about to jump from my place on the rampart I could not believe my eyes. For standing right in front of me was Carmel from the painting. The golden glow of evening seemed to slip away all was odd and all was changed every thing had gone grey.

We stood so close, we were so alike she gently touched my face and ask from whence I came we both told each other things that we could not explain. This gentle Carmel was besotted by me and my necklace too, it seemed irrelevant but I seemed to feel that very soon she would have one too. She was so gentle and and delicate in every way, then I remembered reading that she would soon have a child ,before I turned and left her I told her so and she smiled.

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I hear Mike and the others calling, Carmel was smiling at me her husband drawing near I felt something inside me move, my heart beat moved up a gear.

All of a sudden I awoke to see Mike standing over me his eyes were full of fear. Oh! my God you frightened us why did you disappear we looked for you everywhere and then we find you fainted here.

Again next morning I was up and out early I had a mission in mind I headed towards the chemist the answer to a little test I had to find. I guess I have the answer but I needed to see it and know that it was true. I think Carmel and I had something more in common, true…………….