The Challenge Words!
MAD and Sane.

Dance in mad circles
No more sane thoughts enter here.
Locked up in silence.
15 Dec 2020 11 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, rant, Ronovanwrites Tags: lost, mad, RonovanWrites #Weekly Haiku, Sane
Dance in mad circles
No more sane thoughts enter here.
Locked up in silence.
27 Oct 2019 11 Comments
in Music, song challenges, Song Lyric Sunday Tags: Find, Hide, Imogen Heap, lost, Presence and Absence, Seek, Song Lyric Sunday
This week Jim Adams has set us the prompt Lost/ Found /Hide/ Seek. For our Song Lyric Sunday.
The first song that came to mind was Hide and Seek from Imogen Heap. Imogen Heap is an English singer songwriter who I have loved since my youngest son introduced her music to me in 1998 a year before I broke my back for the first time.
Now I was always taken by her amazing lyrics but what also strikes me about Immie is that not only can she write her own lyrics and music she can also play most instruments from brass , woodwind, strings, piano and drums. She used to dash about on stage using different keyboards, computers and instruments until she cleverly came up with her Mi.Mu gloves explained here.
Well now to the song I chose Hide and Seek. It was released in 2009. Why did I pick this particular song? Well that year I broke my back a second time, I actually smashed it to pieces and ended having three ops and being in hospital over a month. Imogen and her music got me through this time, the long nights the scary days and the threats of a wheelchair. When I came out of hospital I still had to learn to walk again and Immie’s music on my iPod shuffle got me through that time.
In fact I even emailed her and told her how much she had helped me. She sent me back a lovely email, sadly over the years I lost that email 😟
Right I have rambled on enough here is a song that means a lot to me. Here is a live version from her early days
And here is a studio lyric version
This is part of Song Lyric Sunday
And finally for good measure another one from Imogen, You Know Where To Find Me.
08 Sep 2019 6 Comments
in Poems Tags: Cinqku, Fallen Angel, lost
Fallen
Lost angel
Of broken dreams
Loosing your wings yet still
Beloved.
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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
03 Feb 2019 23 Comments
in Poems Tags: lost, love, sadness Acrostic
Loved hand in mitten
Oh I long to hold you
Sadly our paths are written
Too much separates us.
Longingly I see images
Of happiness lost
Verified at such a cost
Ever may you be happy.
04 Nov 2018 48 Comments
in Poems Tags: dementia, lost, Slipping away
How
Hard to
See a loved
One slip away
Unable to catch that
Lost beautiful fading
Mind. Each day another spark
Dies. Recognition replaced by
Fear and confusion, unknowing eyes
The spark is gone and there is no one home.
21 Oct 2018 12 Comments
in Music, songs Tags: #songlyricsunday, HelenVahdati, Lewis Capaldi, lost, Lost on you, Song Lyric Sunday
Hey up Helen, so sorry you are not feeling too good. I really hope that you can get better soon.
This week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is Lost.
I have chosen Lewis Capaldi he is a fantastic Scottish singer songwriter from West Lothian.
I have chosen a video of him sing live. His voice is pure , raw and really touched me. His lyrics have the same qualities as his voice.
“Lost On You”
Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love
Lately I’m getting lost on you
I tore your world apart like it was nothing new
Never bled so much when I didn’t have to
I’ve given up on a life lived after
Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
‘Cause I can’t take the weight of your love
I had a hold on your soul
But I lost my grip, let you go
I should’ve carried us both
Everyday I’m a slave to the heartache
And you’re wasting away every night
I don’t want to leave you lonely
But I’ve run out of love this time
You know that I adore you
Though I couldn’t give enough
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love, of your love
Hope you’ll be safe in the arms of another
Cause I can’t take the weight of your love
15 Jun 2018 14 Comments
in Poems Tags: dreams, hopes, lost, Lune Day 14
At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
Too much water flows
Like lost dreams
Lost where? No one knows.
25 Feb 2018 34 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: feeling, help from Friends, lost, reaching out
Ifs and buts.
Don’t you find it funny that sometimes when we read our Blogily friends posts that a theme is there screaming at you. Well today is one of those days and the themes are ‘second chances’, ‘why we are who we are.’ and ‘choices’
I shall be the first to admit I have made some catastrophic life decisions in my time. I have made some good ones too, so why is it today I feel trapped and lost? Maybe it is this weird bug I have making me feel low or it could be the fact that I am cutting out the last of my neuropathic pain killers. This has been a three year struggle. I had got down to one in the morning and one at night equalling 600mgs a day which was no mean feat as I was taking 2400 mgs to start with and that was for six years. Anyway I am try to get rid of them completely and so started reducing the dose again am down to 400mgs a day and when I feel a little more myself I shall drop to 300mgs and so on, fingers crossed. It has not been easy.
Ah! I digress, Sue Vincent spoke of how things we learn , consciously and unconsciously in our childhood make us who we are. I recognize a lot of what she says, do read her blog Cold Comfort it makes a lot of sense, Sue is a lovely Lady. I was the youngest of a large family born late after an eight year gap to my next brother and fourteen years between me and my eldest sister. I spent a lot of time alone almost a only child and I bullied at school.
Then there was Ritu’s Spidey yes they got me thinking about how whatever life throws at you , you have the choice to make it good or bad. How life can be changed in a second but then there is always tomorrow. We must make the most of every second because we do not know when time will run out. Read Ritu’s post here at Spidey’s Serene Sunday. Right now I don’t feel like living for the moment but I know I should.
Also another blog that spoke to me and very much touched on how I feel right now was Michael at Morpethroad, read his #SoCs post Doors . Michael writes some brilliant post but this one!
There are many times in our lives where we could have changed things I look back and think if only I had stood up and said something. I should of done this that or the other BUT if only doesn’t mean diddly squat the fact is I didn’t, for what ever reason I didn’t.
Is the dye cast, I don’t know. I hope not. There are some family issues that are giving me much grief but when ever I intervene things get worse. Anyway that is not a subject I would burden you guys with.
So what do I say now, where do I take this post. I think I should stop now and go for the safe ‘least said soonest mended ‘ safety net. I hope this has not been a ‘poor me fest’ I did not mean it to be.
Please read the posts I have linked they are so thought provking. If you have any advice, kicks up the bum or just want to share how you feel or have felt I shall be interested to hear what you have to say.
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