The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 20/19 Frame.

Freeze the frame stop time

This one second is all mine

The beauty of sheer joy

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Catching the image

Living life through the zoom lense

Live life frame by frame

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Time caught in a frame

Some are gone yet some remain

Lifes a picture frame

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This is part of Lindaghill’s #SoCs. Linda said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.” Use it as a noun or a verb or any way you like. Have fun!

Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019

Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com

The Top Set.

We end up in the kitchen, we always did. The magnificent seven they called us, sorting out the ills of the world. Back then we were going to change the world. Everyone thought we had it made.Look at us now we couldn’t even change alight bulb! Where did all the fight go.
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This  is  pat of  Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

 

One-Liner Wednesday. 19/6/19

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

“Why do I set so much store on people and events everything is transitory.”

My thoughts this morning.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

#1linerWeds

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #256 Hope&Dash

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Hope and Dash.

Young and full of hope

Life will soon dash all your dreams

Smashed to smitherines.

I just Needed to share.

I try not to mention how I am feeling too often because … well I suppose that is how I was brought up. If asked how you are , you lie through your teeth. Even if you are on your last legs you smile and say “I am fine thank you.”

Yes I did include you all in the last stages of my withdrawal from neuropathic and morphine based painkillers ( the prescription ones that most doctors hand out like sweets to keep you quiet) I am now prescription painkillers free and for that matter over the counter pills free too.

I was an addict and withdrawal is very hard and painful but it can be achieved. There is a problem though and I do try to keep it to myself but here I am spilling it all out on to the page for you all to see. Not very stiff upper-lip you might say.

PAIN,that is the problem. Constant nagging and stubborn pain. It hounds me all day, it pokes me to remind me it there all night while I sleep and it notches up a level when I least need or expect it.

Those of you you who suffer with constant pain will know what I am talking about people like Claire Saul and her Blog PainPals she will know what I am talking about and her blog is most interesting do visit her. Also is Caz’s blog at Invisibly Me well worth a visit too.

Life is a trade off isn’t it I could live a half life like a Zombie drugged up to the eye balls lulled in to a false sense that the pain is numbed. ( It isn’t really eventually they do not work at all and you realise you are taking them just because you NEED them to feel normal) Or I can have my brain working to full capacity and find ways to cope with the constant pain.

I made the choice I gave up the pills and I cannot really ever take any of them again because I am an addict. I am afraid to even take over the counter painkillers encase I wind up hooked on them. Most days I cope but on days like today , I feel like shit. I am exhausted, in pain , shorted tempered, freezing and tearful. I am finding so hard to even write this blog but I will …I hope that someone out there might just need to know they are not alone.

Where am I going with this, I don’t really know but I just needed to get my feelings out there. I have been trying to get my poems into some sort of order because I would dearly love to get a book published this year, I even have a working title ‘ A Blogsworth of Poems ‘ I am plodding away at that but I have so little time as because the stupid pain slows me down everything takes so much longer.

Enough now no more moaning lets look at some positives. I had a great weekend, Saturday we visited a local brewery with friends and we could take Ruby too as it has a dog friendly bar called the Taproom. No we didn’t do a tour we had a fabulous BBQ lunch and tried out their interesting original beers. I also found a beautiful bluebell wood to take Ruby for a walk in. Sunday we were out with our youngest son and his two boys the eldest of who was 5 years old last Wednesday.

We had a pub lunch and we took M’s birthday presents and the Easter eggs for both boys along with us. It was delightful to have our eldest grandson announce That his birthday present was “Just what I wanted ” The joy of see the grandchildren really helped with the pain… maybe the fact that we had so much fun at the weekend is one of the reason I feel so tired ( you might say) … but the pain and tiredness are constant

I do lots of walking daily ( the advantage of having a dog! ) and Pilates twice a week and I am so much better than I was this time last year and a thousand times better than I was three years ago.

I am fine , hopefully tomorrow I shall be even better I have a lot to look forward  to. Next week is  Easter. The week after  I am going on a course  ( The Lord of  the Deep ) with the  Silent  Eye which I really looking  forward  too. I am also hoping  we  will see  more  of  the grandchildren. Then  June  brings  The  Bloggers Bash!

Life is  what  we make it  and  nothing  can last  forever… I hope ❤

Now  lets  have a happy  song . Love  you  all

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 123 #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. The two prompts are words to use synonously are Meaning and Passion.

This week I have chosen the simple Tanka, I love the Tanka.

True desire for life

It consumes like a fire

Urging the senses

To devour and embrace

Lust for the definition.

Song Lyric Sunday: River/Stream/Creek/Brook

It is Sunday and so it’s time for another episode of SLS Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday. Brought to us by NewEpicAuthor

The prompt for this week is “River/Stream/Creek/Brook” and these are all pathways for water.

Rules and Pingback here

I have chosen one of my favourite songs by Carly Simon, Like a River. The song means a lot to me. In the song a daughter is talking to her dead mother. Telling her how much she misses her, how the family have coped with her passing and how they wish she was still with them .

My mum has been gone for over 30yrs but sometimes it still feels like yesterday. I agree with every word in this song it is so beautiful.

“Like A River”

Dear mother the struggle is over now
And your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true

Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…

I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Here is another beautiful song about rivers this one is about lost love, mistakes and loneliness at Christmas. It is by another wonderful singer songwriter Joni Mitchell. I wish I had a River I could skate away on. Words in the video on this one .

Stream of Consciousness Saturday on Sunday.

Dominos

There

Standing

In neat rows

Prepared, waiting

For the hand of fate

To set them in motion

Toppling them out of control

Like ten pins hit by a giant bowel

In this life we are the Dominos

There is no escape that’s just how it goes.

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The above Etheree was brought to you, extremely late, as part of LindaGHill’s #SoCs. This week’s prompt was DOM. To be used as a suffix,prefix or part of a word. You choose you enjoy.

September Music 23

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

Here is my interpretation

Age brings more than just aches and pains

The hope is to have fewer losses and more gains

When you’ve climbed the mountain fate brings you down.

As you reach the summit the landslide brings you down.

Your body no longer seems your own

Your youth and vigour seem to have flown.

You just reach the pinicale of your life

You’ve been lover, mother, grandma and wife

When nature brings you to ground

And the landslide gets you down.

The story of your life can’t be changed

There is no going back to rearrange.

We all reach the Autumn of our time

We all tell ourselves all will be fine.

When nature brings you to ground

And the landslide gets you down.

August Stanza 28

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s Poem is an SoC (a stream of Consciousness poem)

Life,

What is

Life, is it

Really as it

Appears to be or

Is it like a thousand

Grains of sand upon a beach

Washed and moved by the living tide

Lit by the sun, the moon and the stars

What is life, is it real or is it dream.