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

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Maggie from The cave walls said “This quote caught my eye today:

“When you forgive you let go of a weight you alone carry.”

—Black Mike

Webster defines forgiving as ceasing to feel resentment. We have all heard the phrases like “forgive and forget” or “I can forgive but I cannot forget” and “You cannot forgive if you cannot forget”. So which is it?

This quote made me think about the weight of carrying grudges. We think most often about forgiving others, but what about forgiving ourselves?

Have I made peace with myself? Have I forgiven myself for all the missteps along the way, or do I think there is no reason to forgive one’s self? The words are easy to utter, but the action may be more complex.”

Some questions to ponder:

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 #13. Use FUTURE as your inspiration this week.

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

Future.

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Teethering on the edge of tomorrow
cocooned in nature’s sleep
Dawn and her noisy entrance is not yet upon us.
We never know what lies beyond tomorrow, the future never comes.

31 words
46 syllables.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image
Ronovanwrite’s

Song Lyric Sunday. Past, present, future .

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt is Past , Present and

First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.

I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!

The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!

First train home.

Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game irises retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
To Catch to catch to catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve got a silly hat on
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch to catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

The Shangri-Las were an American pop girl group of the 1960s. Between 1964 and 1966, they charted with several hits documenting teen tragedies and melodramas. They remain known for their hits “R emember (Walking in the Sand)“, “Give Him a Great Big Kiss“, and in particular, “Leader of the Pack“, which went to #1 in the US in late 1964. I could try to explain this strange song to you but I am going to leave it to Martin Crookall and his post The Infinite Jukebox: The Shangri-Las ‘Past, Present and Future’from February 8th 2021

Please visit Martin’s post.

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love,
There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not
Do I like to dance? Of Course,
Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to,
But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me
Cos that will never happen again,
Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off
Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand
Maybe somewhere someone will understand
You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket
I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love,
But at the moment it doesn’t look good
At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

#TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 202 SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:

I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.

Imagine & Gratitude

A
Life where
Thankfulness
Is not a dream
But reality.
Let’s make believe it’s true
No war,plague, famine or hate.
In my dreams I hear you saying
Is it too much to picture real peace.
I would really appreciate normal

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Glimpsed

Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto.So here is one I wrote back in August 2016.

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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  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. At night 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.

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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

and link back to one of Sue’s most recent posts. That way Sue can see that we have reposted one of her prompts. We can do this every Thursday or anyday you like. 

We could also re-use any of the wonderful photos Sue has given us and write a new prompt. You can always take the prompt photo from my page and write a new poem or story.

Sue will not be reblogging any or doing a round up so just do it to make Sue smile. At #writephoto

#writephoto Photo Prompt :Unlit Beacon

Sue Vincent has been setting us Thursday photo prompt your years now. Sue encourages us to use the image in her fabulous photos. This is a prompt from 2016 The photo prompt is of an unlit beacon against the stormy sky to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark,

Sue is fighting her own battle against cancer at the moment she needs all our love support and healing vibes, as does Mary Smith , Bee Halton. Also Ellen Best and Abigail Johnson and many more I don’t know of. I am sending love to all whether I know you or not consider yourself hugged.

Unlit Beacon

No one remembers now why the beacons are always lit at dusk. No one even questions the reasoning behind the daily task of building the beacons only for them to be set a light just before dark.

It was a fair system, one person from each household was chosen to be a beacon builder and the leader of each village, town or city would light the beacon every night.

There was no argument about the system it just worked. Years turned into centuries,centuries into millennia and the system stayed and the beacons lit the nights and could even be seen from transplanet shuttles. Yes just like the water on the planet the light from the beacons shone out into space.

Even now in this modern age of enlightenment, space travel, planet wide peace,computors and universal translators the beacons are lit . No one knows why, no one knows who started this tradition? Why does no one care, am I the only inquiring mind on the planet.

So I did enquire, I searched the uninet. I spent hours in Libraries of Antiquity I even asked those in charge, the politicians, the leaders even the old ones ….. no one could or would answer. 

Then about three nights ago my phone rang, no one there, a wrong number I thought. So I went to bed. It was about 1am when they came, the men in grey suits and white faces. They smashed down the doors and thumped up the stairs they woke my wife and my children. I heard their screams. The last thing I  remember as I was being dragged from the house was my wife’s voice and the sight of all our phones and uninet equipment being packed up.

They kept me in a dark room for two days, I think, as I became unsure of the passage of time. At regular intervals they brought me out for questioning. They used force, kindness and rationality and finally drugs .

I told them I just wanted to know about the beacons, no I  was not working with anybody else. I had found out nothing at all. After a while I realised they knew nothing either! They were disappointed that I had learned nothing.

At some point today they brought out from room and gave me some clothes and a watch. We went by private transport to a military  base I was escorted on to a transplanet shuttle. We landed at five in the evening. They brought me to a becon on a deserted hill. Miles from anywhere. By 6pm I knew my fate. I was chained up inside the beacon. I am sad that I never found out about the beacons, I  am devastated that I shall never be able to tell my family I love them. I am afraid to burn. 

Dusk is here now and I am all bloodied from struggling, hoarse from shouting. The flames have started I can feel the heat. I look up and see the most glorious sunset. The flames bite and I give in to death…

6am, an hour before the becon builder would arrive for work a man in grey raked through the ashes of the beacon untill he found the watch capsule.He took it to the unmarked car he had arrived in and put the capsule into the player. After listening to the man’s account of his search and his end he sighed deeply. 

Later at the meeting with his supervisor he said”No sir he new nothing either” He took a sip of his coffee but it tasted bitter.

Photo prompt round-up: Lambent #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Crown

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

Brave New World

The path well trod leads to the stones

Feet bare or shod approach the thrones

The Gods of men look down and smile

The land is bathed in gold for a while.

For man has has been removed, taken out

By an invisible foe, who soon will die no doubt.

There is nought for it to pray upon

So soon the Gods will be alone, beast and virus gone.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 28th, 2020.Televison.

Linda is here! With our 28th prompt for Just Jot it January 2020. Today’s prompt comes to us courtesy of Barbara. Thank you so much, Barbara! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there if you’re not already!

Our prompt for JusJoJan January 28th, 2020, is “television.” Use the word “television” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Now we had the same prompt last year for Television, it fell on Saturday 19th January so was also a Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I have included the poem I did then an Acrostic poem entitled Tele vision. But first I will do a new poem for today.

Television

No need to leave your room

Feet and hands will be redundant soon

Life, the whole world is brought to you

Stories coming at you, make you happy make you blue

You’re no longer out feeling what you’ve seen

Because you’ve been sucked inside your Television screen.

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Now here is last year’s.

Tele vision

To see afar

Everything from sea to star

Logie Baird had a dream

Everyone would watch a screen

Voyeurisum gone mad

Is that really so bad

So we graduated from Radio

Into dreams of vision flow

Only to drown in information

No limits, seeing all destination.

Jusjojan
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