Terza Rima Day 5 Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

Ambition and aspirations came along the years
Despite opposition I grew wings
Layers form then gave my life tiers

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Installment 5 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.

Seven Days,Seven Black And White Photos. Day 5

‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

Today, I challenge Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo.

Copy and paste the above discription with your photos and tag me so I see your entry.

😊

Thanks to Kat at Like Murcury Colliding. Who nominated me Friday.

Song Challenge (Music That Means Something) Day 5. El Condor Pasa.

Thank  you  to  my  blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Who am I nominating  today, anyone who would like to join in 💜

Today is the last day of the five day Music that means something challenge. Today  I am going back to 1970, the year before I got married. The song is El Condor Pasa. It is sung by Simon and Garfunkel, it can be found on their semminal album Bridge over troubled water. Paul Simon wrote the English lyrics. The lyrics are just beautiful and always take me back to my 16th/17th year on this planet when I though everything Simon and Garfunkel wrote was key. 

This song always reminds me however much I might wish for something better, things are what they are and I must make the most and best of what I have.

El Condor Pasa (If I Could)”

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes, I would
If I could
I surely would

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes, I would
If I only could
I surely would

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
It’s saddest sound

Loveuary Day 5 : Hidden Chains

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Here is  a link  to  Ritu’s  post 

Link  to  Rules  and Prompts

Here we  are on Day 5, what  shall I  blog  about  today? The  bad  side of  love. It is  not  love  really  it is  an addiction. The  woman in  my poem ( a  revamp of  one  I  wrote four  years  ago)  is married  to  a bully, womanising   control freak , she  does  not realise  she is  the  strong one  I  appeal  to her because  of  love  for her  to have  courage  and  brake  the  Hidden  Chains.

 

What do you see lady in blue,

Those watchful eyes what do they view,

Why so tight lipped are you.

I can see you are stressed just look at you,

Leaning forward your hands are tense

Your whole demeanour cries self defence.

 

Such a lovely dress but something is wrong

Why not short sleeves and with your legs it is way too long.

Your husband is at the bar

You sit and watch him from afar.

He likes a shapely young body a weakness for a pretty face

He is not worried if you see. Such a shit he is a disgrace.

 

You should not worry , you should not care,

You still have your girlish figure and your flame red hair,

Your eyes are still that glorious blue

You have hardly changed since he married you.

 

It is sad his words have worn you down ,

He has taken your smile and stretched it into a frown.

He has pointed out your flaws too often and criticized you so much

His shouted put downs have not been forgotten  you cringe  at  his  touch.

Every time he pushes you too far

He buys you a pretty trinket like your amber necklace or a car.

He thinks if he showers you with gifts you will forget the scars.

 

Take some strength girl don’t keep caving in .You are the stronger one, you have  strength of character. Much more than him, truth be known he has none. He is just a show off and a bully, he is a coward inside. What kind of man is it that feels big when he makes you cry.He is the one who would fall apart if you left so please lady in the blue dress find smile don’t look so bereaved.

 

Cinquain NaPoWriMo

DAY5  OF NaPoWrim0  Is  a cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines.

Well here we go three little  cinquain they are not too happy but we cannot be be upbeat all the time can we?

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Tablets

 

Tablets

lozenge shaped

white and round

they lift me up

smashed.

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Tired

 

Tired

drooping low

muscles aching pain

all over me so

tired.

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Depression

 

Depression

sinking falling

dragging me down

loosing my senses crawling

evil, cruel depression.

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