Yvette M. Caldiero from last month’s challenge picked the theme:

This month’s theme is:Beginnings & Endings.

This week I chose to write a Tanka Prose.

© willowdot21 .

I passed this stump every day while walking Ruby. It called to me softly as I passed. What had knocked it down I did not know. Valiantly it fought for life, sprouting green new leaves. Sadly as time went on it has failed and died. All the green is gone and it is dead, people put their rubbish in it.

so it was gone
the tree died where it had stood
back to mother earth
sun and rain witnessed new shoots
and so the earth keeps turning.


Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 404 EYES and Sand .

Windows of the soul
Show what truly lies within
Grains from life’s timer

Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com



Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 403 TOWER and Watch.

© willowdot21

Ivory towers
The old guards are on the watch
Do they see future


part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 5, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Its Saturday morning and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda has decreed :

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “page.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!”

© Sue Vincent

Pages of my life.

My life is like an empty page
Karma can fill it with joy or rage
Writing the stories it may like
Then sticks my page upon a spike.
Or fills my page with rainbow colour
Paint me there sister, wife or mother.
The finger of fate writes on my page
It can make me a fool or a sage.

© willowdot21


This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2022

jusjojan© LindaGHill

Today is January 30th, so this is the 30th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Jenny. Thank you, Jenny! 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.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 30th, 2022, is “prepare.” Use the word “prepare” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

How do you prepare for anything?
Do you face it full on or duck and spin.
Do you make notes all neat and tidy
Or chase your tail Monday to Friday
Do you prepare with great plans
Or leave it all in God’s good hands.
Do you prepare with great care
With all things equal and full of flare.

I am sorry to say I have missed a lot of prompts since the 19th but its been a nightmare here but I am back just in time to reach the finish line with everyone else .

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 11, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It Saturday and time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday .Linda G. Hill our host said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tree.” Use the word “tree” or write about a tree. Any kind of tree. Enjoy!


I love nature and I have always loved trees. I often find myself drawn to them and can spend hours in their company.

© willowdot21. When Ruby was well.
© willowdot21
© willowdot21

Bend with the wind, go with the flow

So wise, with knowledge we will never know.

© willowdot21
© willowdot21
© willowdot21
© willowdot21

Bare in the winter

Silent in snow

Covered in blossom in spring

Birds nest in your branches and sing

Summer brings green leaves

And you give us shade

Autumn’s hues are a sight to behold

Silent a history of secrets you hold.

Trees know so much, they see so much. We use them to build, for warmth, for furniture. We give little back. We, humans as a race are users. Vast forests and jungles are cleared in the name of progress.

Hopefully with the splinters and ashes and discarded furniture the trees go back into mother Earth so new ones may grow.

Trees and vegetation were here before us, they will be here when we are gone.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 85: (STUFF(ed)) in the A rhyme line.

I am a week late with this one .

Photo by King Cyrus Studios on Pexels.com..

We are stuffed

This world has truly had enough
There’s no coming back from the edge.
We’re gone too far out on the ledge.
The rich just take and hoard their stuff
The rest of us just take the rough.
Where is the kindness, where’s the care
Rich live off the poor, that’s not fair.
Earth is tired of us parasites
Rich or poor to her we’re just mites.
Injustice just too much to bear.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image


Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 84: (LEARN) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

image by Paul Militaru

When we are young we rush and race.
No time to watch the flowers grow
Or count raindrops as down they flow.
Everything was done at fast
We had style and we had such grace.
Then as we age we slow right down .
Our efforts to catch time a frown
You’d think that over time we’d learn
But no we simply crash and burn
We try to fly but slowly drown.


Song Lyric Sunday: The Cycle Of Life.

Jim Adams

Its Sunday and time for Jim Adams to give us a prompt for Song Lyric Sunday this week November 14, 2021 it’s Birth, Death, Life.

Well if you’ve read my blog for any length of time you may of noticed I really love and respect Imogen Heap as a singer, songwriter and musician.

Imogen’s partner is Michael Lebor, a British film maker. In 2014 they had a baby girl Florance, Scout, Rosie, Heap-Lebor..Imogen wrote a fantastic song about Scouts birth and how hard she found being a new mother. She said that she and Micheal thought the were ready and prepared for parenthood, they were not.

What I love about this song and her admittion that for all her money, fame and well of help she found it hard and that made being able to love her new baby hard. I knew this feeling and could remember being scared and alone and not able cope with this Tiny Human that was solely dependant on me! Like most of us Immie got there and Scout must be seven years old now….

“Tiny Human”

Oh my tiny human
At 05:08 you break me apart again
The space-time continuum
Buckles and bends around your every twist and turn

I can barely remember life before
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy beautiful you

A miracle, a mystery
And one short stop away
From joy to misery
When the night becomes day
I give you my every last ounce
You make a pin-cushion out of me
And you can thank me later, babe (if I’m alive)
How long can one live without sleep?

Still I can’t stand to imagine
Life without…
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy bright beautiful you

Suddenly propelled
So many light years from bliss
And completely unprepared
How can anyone deserve this?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried all the tricks in the book, I’m at my wits end
Now look here what do you want from me!?

I can barely remember life before…
You came crashing in on one day
Crazy beautiful you
From the ashes of Pompeii
To fireworks and champagne
Crazy beautiful you

You little devil, you
Oh I love you so much
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
But you’re so worth it
Yes you are
Yes you are
You little devil, you.

AtoZ Lyrics.

Daniel” is a song by English recording artist Bat for Lashes, from her second studio album, Two Suns. It is her best-selling single to date, selling over 46,000 copies worldwide. The song was announced as the lead single from Two Suns in January 2009, then released as a digital download single on 1 March 2009, and as a 7″ vinyl single on 6 April 2009. The track was written by Natasha Khan and produced by David Kosten, as with all tracks on the album. Ira Wolf Tuton from Yeasayer provided the bass lines for the song and Khan did the rest of the instrumentation herself.

To me this song is a out the death of a young man or the death of a relationship….either way it reaks of death to me.


Daniel when I first saw you
I knew that you had a flame in your heart
And under our blue skies
Marble movie skies
I found a home in your eyes
We’ll never be apart

And when the fires came
The smell of cinders and rain
Perfumed almost everything
We laughed and laughed and laughed

And in the golden blue
Crying took me to the darkest place
And you have set fire to my heart

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

But in a goodbye bed
With my arms around your neck
Into our love the tears crept
Just catch in the eye of the storm

And as my heart ran round
My dreams pulled me from the ground
Forever to search for the flame
For home again, for home again

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that’s vast, Daniel
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel, I dream of home

Source: Musixmatch.

In 1975 I had two of our boys , one nearly two the other new born, we lived on a new housing estate having only recently arrived there so I knew no one, I didn’t drive, as with our previous house I was miles from anywhere. Hubby was away for days on end and when he was working in London he was off early and home very late from work. I was lonely but I had music and 10cc where a big favourite of mine!

“Life Is a Minestrone” is a 1975 song by 10cc released as a lead single from their third album, The Original Soundtrack.

The track was written after Lol Creme and Eric Stewart were driving home from Strawberry Studios and a BBC Radio presenter said something that they only partly heard, but which Creme interpreted as “life is a minestrone”. Stewart and Creme believed the phrase to be a good title for a song on the grounds that life is, according to Stewart in a BBC Radio Wales interview, “a mixture of everything we pile in there”. They had the song written in a day.

So, there we have it Birth, Death,Life.

Oh! Incase you think I cheated with Death represented by Daniel here is Death on Two Legs, on of my favourite Queen tracks. Let’s let Queen explain


Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 381 GNOME & Pots.

Photo by Chris F on Pexels.com

he tends his flowers
the Gnome pots pieces of life
all flourishes.


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