Death Writes Life’s Poetry

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The room would appear to be empty and dark

But what is that, a scratching , scratching,  hark!

Slowly your eyes grow accustomed  to the lack of light

There in the corner is an old guy working,  a curious sight .

Who is this, who can it be ? It is Death ( in his civies ) writing  Life’s Poetry.

I almost feel sorry for the Reaper and I feel you should agree.

He is  exhausted by Life’s demands and quirks

He has to go out collecting the dead  but what irks

Is he has Life’s poems to write, so his times not free

Can you hear that shusshing sound, lets see what can that be …..

It’s  billions of egg timers  set out on shelves .

The sands of time running out for you and me.

I almost feel sorry for Reaper and you should agree.

He  is exhausted by life’s demands and quirks

He is always busy now writing poetry and collecting the  dead

And there’s  more’  for he now has an apprentice to teach and keep fed.

Don’ t you feel a pang of sympathy?

He holds the number’s of you and me.

There is never a moment when he can be free, not even time for hot cup of coffee.

Well he is very busy right now as we can see

And I think there is somewhere , anywhere  else that we should be.

I almost feel sorry for Reaper and I feel you should agree.

He exhausted my life’s demands and quirks

He has to go out collecting  the Dead  

He has to write  Life’s poetry.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #280 Valley#Peak

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

© willowdot21. 2019

Traveling through this life
Lost in a barren Valley
Love can peak your soul

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge . Less and Fuss.

It is the first Tuesday of the month and so Colleen has decreed that we can choose our own words this week . Rules and Ping-backs on Colleen’s page

We can choose from these poetic genre’s.

#Haiku, #Tanka,#micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose #Senryu, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma

Leap of Faith .

White

Water

Flowing fast

Suicidal

It’s a leap of faith.

Nature’s blind to danger

Where mists rise to veil the view.

Running leaping in a mad dash.

From it’s source to sea and back again

Just like human life but with much less fuss .

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I have chosen to do an Etheree this week, Called Leap of Faith.

One – Liner Wednesday

Life is too short to bicker. Why doesn’t everyone learn that 💜.

©willowdot21.

This is part of Lindaghill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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.