Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It is Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s weekly prompt.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Use it any way you’d like!

It’s twenty years today since 9/11, we can’t forget today or this week because the media will not let us. Sadly there have been so many incidents before and since, it never stops. There are people all over the world living with war and terrorism every day. We must never forget any of this and all that went on before 9/11 because if we do there is no hope. No we must not forget but we can’t stop there we must change, we must change.

Where.
Where in the world is there peace.
Where in the world do the oppressed get relief.
Where in the world is there no evil
Where do harsh words and deeds not spill
From the mouths of leaders who’s talk is cheap
They set the rules while others reap
Children die and parents weep.
Yet we have the answers in our reach
The wherewithal is here use it I beseech.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 48: (FORTUNE) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.

Image from Pixabay.

Here I’m trapped in this lonely place
Tied and bound to dance to their tune.
Hope gone, a soldier of fortune.
It’s me, not you here at God’s grace.
Fear creeping at relentless pace.
Morphious brought as injection.
This place spreads dread as infection.
Keys jangle in the dead of night.
Wings being clipped no hope of flight.
Give out the pills like confection.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

*******

I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Sue Vincent’s :#writephoto. Frozen.

Today I have chosen an old photo and add a new story. An Acrostic Poem.

Fridged , cold as ice

Running water stopped in its tracks

Oil painting reflection of weak sun and silver moon.

Zenith of winter all life perished.

Eden never saw this,there summer was cherished.

No, we lost that chance no we pay the price.

Sue Vincent #writephoto

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 334 GRACE and Slip.

The Challenge Words!

GRACE and Slip

SEASONAL BADGE

image from Google.

Daily angels slip
From grace banished from their place
Hidden from God’s Face.

******

This is a Haiku for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

What Day Is It Anyway. 3rd September 2020

Linda G Hill said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day? Whatever since the pandemic clipped all our wings. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Yes indeed there’s no such place as halfway. But for some of us we have been caught in halfway, for what ever reason, sheltering, self isolation, illness, Covid19, or any illness, depression, fear what ever we have all been halfway. Some people deny this is happening, some people even deny Covid19, I hope it doesn’t bite them on the bum because it’s out there lurking, it’s not gone.

So when was the last time I wrote a #WDIIA?…… It was the 28th July. Why have I not written one since then because nothing, noteworthy, or not has happened.

The Cholesystectomy drain and bag and I have survived. I have had a few bleeds, trips to the hospital, a Fluoroscopy, where the Dr managed to break the stitch holding the drain in , that caused a bleed. That necessitated another trip to have drain checked luckily it was fine…so the drain and I bumbled along…me getting tired because the drain was sore and the the the dressings were agrevating my skin.

So from June to September the only trips out were to the Drs surgery to see the nurse, the hospital for emergencies or check ups (twice) and a Fluoroscopy, oh! Yes a trip to the Vets..yes I did say Vets that was for Ruby. Also the odd walk around the block some evenings.

We have had a socially distanced visit from our youngest son and his family. The elder grandson, 6years old amazed me by gently asking me what the bag was and happily accepted my answer that it was attached to a tube that took poison out of my body. No more said that was that, the younger lad 3years obviously took no notice of it. It was lovely to see the little family. Our two older lads have visited a couple of times too, infact the eldest stayed over night when restrictions allowed. It is interesting socially distancing at home!

©hotpinkwellingtons

Hubby has been very busy sorting his mother’s estate. Though his brother and sister are still being obstructive and his brother actually threatening and abusive. The House sale after an initial flurry has slowed to a big fat nothing, no interest at all for ten days now . The comments are, ‘too much work’, ‘seen bigger places for less’ and plain ‘ not big enough’ to mention a few. We did have a buyer but she pulled out : there was too much to do and she had pushed herself on the price. It’s a shame because we’d be happy to lower the price but hubby’s brother and sister are demanding the higher price…it’s all very stressful.

Ruby is well apart from her arthritis, she is slowing up now and does not like getting in and out of the car. She is very good at ruling the roost and has us wrapped around her paws !

So lastly to my news, it’s good and not so good but Hubby says I must just see the positive. Finally after three months I got my appointment with the surgeon. We arrived early as the letter advised due to parking spaces being at a premium… There was plenty of parking. We sat in the car for three quarters of an hour then we set off for Outpatients 1 level 2. We donned our masks, matching black . We arrived as the clinic too early and were asked, due to social distancing to go away and come back in half an hour. So we had a cup of coffee at the hospital coffee shop next to the clinic. We realized as we sat there that this was the first time we had had a cup of coffee anywhere but at home since Lockdown began at the end of March…. Not the most exciting place for our first coffee out.

At nine thirty we returned to the clinic, the nurse took our temperatures and gave us gel for our hands. I booked in and we took our seats, 2metres apart. There were only three other patients in there so it was clean, and easily socially distanced.

When we met the Dr he asked how I was,he then asked to examine me. He then without any warning took the drain out. I was a tad shocked as I had no idea this was going to happen. It was a little painful but I survived. So with the drain out he put a dressing on the drain site, he said it might weep for a few days. He was not very forthcoming about anything we asked him. I asked that now the drain was out would the symptoms return. He said yes they could come back, and I will be susceptible to infection.. I asked if the pain came back what should I do , he told me to take painkillers. I could if worked that out myself but for the fact they didn’t work the first time round. I asked how long the waiting list for my operation would be. He told us that he did not know anything about the waiting list and told us that because of the Covid19 they had not been doing operations, so there was at least a three months wait plus a backlog, plus people coming through all the time. So the list was long and growing. I was not a little disappointed by this news. As the guy had already told me the gall bladder was still needed to come out as the stone is still blocking the neck , he’d also said that I would be prone to infection and all the symptoms could come back.
So we asked if we could get the op privately he told us he did not do private but we could if we wished and one of the other surgeons on the team did private work. He then asked if I still wanted to be on the NHS list we said definitely yes please. If we can get the operation done before my name comes up on the NHS list then we can inform them. So I am still on the NHS list. I was left feeling a little stressed as I fear the pain might come back. Plus the whole thing was not what I was expecting. I had been told that it would all be done together drain and gall bladder removal under anesthesia, but I survived the drain removal. I had also been told, when I was in hospital that I would probably be operated on two weeks after this appointment. But that was a different Dr.
Hubby has started the private medical treatment procedure . I have contacted my GP surgery to request a letter of referral for the operation, as well as the one from the surgeon? I sent the GP’s surgery an email requesting the referral yesterday and in the afternoon they confirmed they had received it and forwarded it to my Dr. So now I wait and hope and pray the infection and pain do not return. On the up the drain is not there , it was getting very painful and my skin is very sore from the dressings used. So though I don’t feel much better yet I can move about freely and build up my strength for the operation. So as hubby’s says, be positive! So here is the most positive song I know.

Today I have had two good walks and I am determined to forge ahead!

So I have gone from this

© willowdot21

To this

So its a time to look forward and believe that my operation will come sooner or later, sooner, please, please! 🤞

This Is Part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

Three Things Challenge #156

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Every day Di at Pensitivity101 said “I’ll give you three words or things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind.” Today’s words are.

Head,Cash,Worry

As usual everything was spinning round in his head. The lights on the machine took over again, he was lost, drawn in. There be no reprieve no escape until the cash was all gone. The whole month’s salary wiped out. Nothing left for food, bills, the children. He might be lucky, he felt lucky so for now why worry?

New Decade, Acrostic Poem.

Now we stand on the abyss
Everyone of us accountable
Why have we closed our eyes.
Drowning and burning we fly
Earth we spoil deaf to her cry
Careful you are killing me
Are you are all too blind to see”
Dare we ignore the warning
Earth is screaming.


Lost Souls Shattered Hearts.

Lost souls shattered hearts.

She came from the beautiful light

He was from the depths of hell’s night

Love and beauty grew in her wake

Sadness and pain followed him his smile fake

They fell in love

The Angeles wept from above

The hordes of hell rebelled

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Some railed against the impossibility

Others prayed for love and pity.

God smiled but shed tears

Satan wondered was this the answer to his worse fears.

Could she save his soul

Would he devour her whole.

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Their love was cursed from start

Lost souls shattered hearts.

*******

Image from Pixabay

This afternoon I have spent listen to a group from my past Rasmus . I fell in love again with a song of theirs. I let it inspire me to write a love poem about dark and light. Above the poem , below the video.

Drowning.

Drowning

Cold

Can’t breath

Lungs bursting

Pain exploding

Out of time and breath

Drowning I sink deeper

Darker ever the light recedes

I am trapped hopelessly in weeds

Held fast I silently breath my last

So sad, there’s nothing to flash before me.

A

Wasted

Pointless life

No one will miss

I leave not a mark

Unseen, unheard, undone

Wasted years lost on cold hearts

No songs for me, I was not free

Unloved, uncared for, useless, wasted

Lost from the beginning I could not see.

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