A poem of two sides.

Today it’s a poem of two sides. All I did was change two words for one in the top line and three words in the bottom line. What a difference that made.

A poem of two sides.

I put on my crown of thorn

And vow no more to mourn

The passing of my days

Lost in depression’s maze

New resolutions I will make

To smile and cope

Pretending it’s not fake

Farewell to joy farewell to hope.

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Remove my crown of thorn

And vow no more to mourn

The passing of my days

Lost in depression’s maze

New resolutions I will make

To smile and cope

Pretending it’s not fake

Farewell sadness welcome hope.

Thursday photo prompt: Clouds #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s Thursday photo Challenge. #writephoto.

Clouds

There

Is light

Believe me

There must be light

Even the darkest

Dawn gives way to light

I don’t believe it now

Yet if I can only keep faith

All will be well, yes all will be well.

Glimpses of bright truth burst through the grey clouds.

Today a child is born.

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face,

Happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place.

She could not believe the sight that met her eyes,

There was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.

Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo!

It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control…. but that was all in vain!

Anya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it for the pushes.

So between the three of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long

Annya cool and calm

Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene,

Anya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen.

There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said,

With golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.

The pets from up the road and the lady too,

Shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too.

It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.

Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!!

The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.

And so the babe is born.

The first day of the new dawn.

This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.

The shepherds brought their sheep

As gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep.

Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand.

The children offered up the paper chain they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blown away their cares.

On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.

But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Image from Pixabay

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Mary and Jo Day 11

Anya was busy she had three rooms left to do

Then another hallway after that she would be through.

Suddenly her vacuum died and went quiet,

Turning round she found the housekeep looking concerned and white!

“According to your records you were a doctor in your country, is that true.”

“Yes “said Anya , thinking that was another life, “just what is that to you.”

“It is that young couple staying in David’s room they have no money and she is not well. Could you check her out I will get Hannah to finish off your rooms.”

Without another word the two women made for David’s snug

Anya pleased to be able to use her given expertise, felt like giving the Jean a hug!

When they arrived Mares looked stressed with pain, fear in her eyes.

When she was told of Anya’s skills she was so relieved she cried.

Irena was there too and she smiled at Anya you need to reassure our patient that we know just what ticks

And what she has here, now, is a case of Braxton Hicks.

Anya checked Mares out and with Irena she agreed

That for Mares to rest and relax really was of the greatest need.

Jean the housekeeper smiled and said that would be fine

David was sharing with the concierge and the manager had seen the couples good effect on his business so he certainly would not mind.

Irena gently told Mares that before she had travelled here and become a maid she had been a midwife and Anya was a doctor and so a birthplan between the three of them made.

Jo was so relieved he went for a walk

And as he was hoping Gabe turned up for a talk.

Gabe told him to fear not that all would go well and after the babe was born as soon as Anya told them all was well they should pack up and go.

Happily humming Anya almost skipped along to her room

From the back of her cupboard she dug out her Drs bag and her books from where they had laid hidden in the gloom.

At last she thought, I can again do just what I love,

Even if it was just for a short time it was like a gift from up above.

Irena too was happy she and Anya were good friends they had travelled to this hotel together and now together they could practice medicine again!

Magi.com had landed and were Hilton bound in their hired limousine they needed food , drink and rest but after that to find the babe they were very keen.

After research on the plane they were even more determined not to contact herod.com again.

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

A Sea of Souls.

This is a mystical moment from this past weekend spent in Cumbria with The Silent Eye. The weekend was entitled The Full Circle : Finding your way home.

It was late morning on the second day of the course and we visited a ring of stones and trees. Physically there were eight of us present, (one of our number was unwell) After a few moments instead of the space of this large place holding only eight people I was aware that I was caught up in a crowd of thousands of souls. I have a fear of crowds and I was afraid. One tree called to me and drew me to it.

I did confide this to one of my companions and she assured me, as the tree had done, that I was safe. There is more to tell.

A Sea of Souls

Gently you called to me

Through the crowds of souls

You led me safely through a boiling sea.

I was trembling, frightened of drowning whole.

I had the word upon my lips

Whispering to you, I know you heard.

I was alive from toes to finger tips.

As you held me safe and shared with me my word.

I am Here

Here we are at the busiest time of the year and I seem to be stuck here in limbo. No time, no space and honestly no words. I am doing my best to keep up with your posts please be patient with me, I will get there Honestly.

Talking of getting there I am in Preston this morning on my way up to Penrith to meet up with The Silent Eye for their December workshop, Full Circle: Finding the way home.

We meet today at 2pm at Penrith Castle. I am very excited and looking forward with an open mind.

Memories.

This morning, like last night I find myself in a reflective mood. After a fitful night full of unsettling dreams I sit here in the early dark disturbed by what my dreams have touched on. In an attempt to clear my mind of these niggles I have written a Naani.

Image from Pixabay

Memories.

Memories fill my head

Faces living, faces dead

Some happy some sad

Life is full of good and bad.

Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding‘s Twittering Tales.

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Photo by Skitterphotos at Pexels.com

The Group.

“Is this a statement?” Asked dr Haldon, “has someone got a point to make. If so be big enough to put your name to it” The therapy group shifted uneasily. No one spoke there was no eye contact. “Speak up this is a good sign, own your feelings!” Silence, but a tiny glimmer of hope.

(280 Characters)

Acrostic Friday.

 

Frivourously  fluttering  her skirts around  and hinting  at  change

Rekindling hope in our hearts  she  bangs  the  door of  any  blues in  range

Idly painting her nails, fingers  and  toes, to  hell with the  rest of  the clique

Days gone, days to come,  days  for having fun. She is  the Queen of  the week

Anti slog, against all types of drugery. Wake up  Sleepy Head

You need to be up and  at ’em! It is  Friday . That is what I said.

Peeping above the parapet.

Really I don’t know how to explain my absence I just don’t seem able to write my blog or read posts at the moment. I feel lost in a deep dark hole. 

Yes I am going through the motions of everyday life  but I feel surrounded by darkness. One of our son’s has been very ill in hospital and that has been stressful but as he is now, hopefully on the mend I was hoping my mood might beging to lift. 

Unfortunately I still feel very low and flat. Where have all my words gone and why am I so empty…. I just don’t know.

I have been watching all your wonderful and hard written posts piling up in my in box. I have seen all your comments coming in and I just can’t cope.  

There is such a back log that I just feel I need to drawn a line and start a fresh. As much as I hate to delete all your words unread I have to as they are adding to the fear and dark thoughts I am surrounded by. 

I am going to try and start again even if I post some of my old work. I shall try to keep up with posts and comments too. I am trying. πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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