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.

Deep Thoughts.

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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​This week Ronovan has given us the words, ‘Hope and Up’ for this week’s poetry,prompt challenge.

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Now all hope is truly lost

Now doves have all flown

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Like a lost balloon

All my hopes and dreams are gone

Up in puffs  of smoke

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I invested all

My hopes in your future

Blown up they’re all gone

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Second and Press the Button

The  lovely  and  clever  Linda G Hill  at  Life in  Progress said  : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “second.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun.

Haiku   Second

Fly  high  like  the wind

Make  this  your  life  choice  and  run

Come  first  not  second.

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Press  the  Button  : Part  12

The  second  I  pushed  that  button  I realized that  I  had  started  something  I had  to  finish  and  I  really  believed  that I  could . The  screen  went  dead  and  this  time  it  stayed  that  way.

John  motioned  to  me  for  the  second  time  that  day  but  this  time  he was  beckoning  me  to  follow  him. I removed  the  glasses  and  followed  him. I  asked  him  where  the  children,  who had  brought  me  here,  had  gone?  He  just  smiled  and  told  me  not  to  worry  they  were  safe.

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We  walked  back into  the  hanger  and  went  up  the  second  staircase to  the  second  floor and  entered  the  second  office. There  were  computers,  books  and  maps  all over  the  place. At  the  end of  the  room  sat  woman  her  face  hidden  by  a  computer  monitor ! “Okay ” smile  John , “Traya  meet Traya ” he  turned  on his  heel  and  was gone out  the  door . Leaving  me  me  with the  woman . She  moved  away  from  the screen  and  for  the  second  time  today  I  came  face  to face  with  myself.

“Hi” smiled   my older self  smiled, “Shall  we  get  to  work , are  you  ready  Traya” I nodded and  I honestly  felt  safe  in  my  older  self’s presence . “Right  we  need  to  get  to  work  then, do  you  trust  me”she  asked. Yes  I  did  trust  her  with  my  life  but  I  wanted  some  answers  and  given  the  rate  that  things  were  moving  at  I wanted  them  immediately! “Traya  can  you  please  push  the  button  for  me , that  one on the  wall” The  older Traya  asked  me.  I  took  a deep  and  said  ” Just  a  second,  I  want  some  answers  first!

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To be continued:

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

 Part eleven

Part twelve 

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Second Haikua 

It  is just one tick

Sixtyth  of a minute

A tock of  the clock

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: If/Then: Push the Button Part 12

The lovely LindaGHill said:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “if/then.” Begin your post with the word “If.” For bonus points, end your post with a phrase containing the word “then.” Enjoy!


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 Push the button: part 12

If John had told me that the video message I was about to listen to was epic in its length he was not kidding!

I sat and watch the horrendous and frightening history of the last days of what I had always thought was my world. I watched in silent tears as I saw nation after nation destroy our beautiful planet with greed, carelessness and war.

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I was amazed to see that the last thing that the survivors of the dying earth did was to send all the children and young people on to two huge ships. Strange ships the like and size of which I had never seen before!

The pain on the faces of  all those left behind in those last days will never leave me….. Finally after the last of the ships took off and and the screen had gone dark, I looked across to John to ask what next but he motioned to me to watch on.

The screen in front of my eyes lit up again. To my amazement I was starting at my own face but older. “If you are watching this Traya it means the time has come for you to win the conflict and bring your people home. ” Said the woman with my face, looking into my eyes. “Are you ready Traya”she asked me. Something made me answer that I was. “Well” she continued”push the button on the desk, what are you waiting for then?”

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To be continued:

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

 Part eleven

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Long: Press The Button :Part 11

Today the lovely LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “long.” Use the word “long,” any definition. Enjoy!

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The force field lifted or opened either way my I could go forward safely. The children slipped in behind me.

Every one stopped and looked at me expectantly, there was a long silence .I did not know what to do so I waited. Finally after a few minutes, that felt like eons a young man approached me.

He had been at the back of the hanger and apparently started to walk up to meet me as I had entered. The hanger was so long it had take him all that time to get to me.

The next thing I know he is hugging me and welcoming me like an old friend. Then the whole hanger broke into a loud Hoorah!  I was at a lost and not a little embarrassed by the whole situation.

“At last”he said “You are here we have been wait for you for a very long time.”I had no idea who they thought I was, hell I was not even sure who I was either.

This  young man  told  me  his  name  was John Long  and he  was  commander  of  this  transport  Space  Battle  Station. Omg  I thought they are  rambling on about  things  of  which I have  no comprehension.  I asked  John  who  he  thought I  was  he  said  he  did  not  think  and  that  he  knew  exactly  who I was . Taking  my  hand  he  lead  me  to an  anti  room come  office  and  indicated  that I  should  sit  at  his  desk.

John looked  me  straight in  the  eyes  and  said.” After  the  war  started two hundred  years  ago “…..”Hang on” I  said  ” what  war ?”. John  silenced me  with a  wave of his hand  and  told  me  to listen, as  we  did  not  have  much  time  and  and  the  video message I was  about  to watch  was rather  long but it  would  explain everything . “Put  this on  ” he  said  handing  me  what  looked like a  pair of  sunglasses!

I looked  at  him he  smiled  and  touched  my  hand , “Go on” he said”Put them  on  and push  the  button! “augmented_reality_-_heads_up_display_concept

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To be continued

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part 10

Press The Button : Part 10

Come on they said  they  are  waiting  for  you . So I  followed  the  children, unsure  of  anything  at  all. I could  not  remember  where  I had  come  from , what  my  name  was or if  anyone  had  come  with  me. The children seemed  to know exactly  where  they  were  going , which was certainly  more  than I  did.

We followed a  long  corridor, dark and metallic . There  where bright blue lights in  the ceiling which gave  the place a clinical look. d70a8d45e359bd7e32b4388de1140538

I kept  close  behind  the  children as I did not  want  to get lost in  this  vast  and  endless place . All was dark  and  cold  and  totally  deserted. The  sound of  our  footsteps  echoed  loudly  as we  traveled  along  this vast  hallway.

After what seemed like  hours  the  children stopped and  told me  to wait. Doing  as I was told  I watched  them walk to a  opening  in the  wall and  disappear. I thought  maybe  that  they had  deserted  me but  after a few  minutes  they returned carrying a cup  of  hot strong  coffee  and  dish of  what looked  like fruit  but  fruit I  had  never  seen before!

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I was grateful  for  the coffee and  we  sat  on  the  floor  of  this  hallway . I was surprised  at  how  comfortable  the  floor was as it it look like cold hard  metal. As  we  rested  the  children  encouraged  me  to try  the  fruit, I  did  but  not until  they  had  eaten  some first. I  might be  lost, confused  and loosing my  memory   but  I still had  some faculties  left, and  self  preservation  was  one of  those!

After  a  while  the children  asked  me if  I was ready  to continue, I was. So  we  moved on  after  the  children  had  returned  my  cup  and plate…..I don’t  really  know what  they  did  with them   but they  were gone! The  children  chatted  away  to each other  but I really  couldn’t understand  what  they  were saying  but I  did hear the  word pilot  and  ship  mentioned  more  than once.

Just  before  the  end  of  the hallway we  turned  left  and  there in front of  me  was  a huge hanger, full of people  working  and  strange  planes… were  they planes  they  were not like  the planes I  knew.

I went  to  walk in   but  the  children stopped me , “Careful” they  cautioned, “There is a force field there” they said. A  what , what is a force field. Push  that  button  they  said!

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And  so I did!

To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

 

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Press The Button: Part 9

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I pressed  the  button  and  the  door opened into  an  anti room . I could  feel  my top sticking  to my  back  and  my  damp  hair  was clammy around  the  nape of  my  neck.

Never  before  have  I  been  so  afraid, or  alone. I could  not longer  remember  the  names  of  my  friends or  even  that  I  had  been in their  company  on  this  strange  journey . Everything  was  so  different  and  alien  and I had no  inkling of  where I  was  or  where  I was  going, worse  still I had  no idea  who or  what I was.

Looking  around  the  room I  saw  a  shower room, why  not I  thought  and  so I  had a  shower.  Then I  stole  some  clothes  that  were hanging up by  the  door. Usually  I  would  of  not dared  to  do  any of  this  but  this  was not usual  none  of  this was usual.

By  now I had  no idea  what  to  do, though I did  seem  to  know  that  I  was on a  mission  ….. but  what  was  the  mission. As  these thoughts  went  through  my  mind  I  suddenly  heard  voices  on  the other  side of  the  door. The  door on  the far side  of  the  room opened. I held  my  breath.

Two young children  entered  the  room, I  was  worried  that  me  being  here  would  frighten  them  but  they  did  not  seem  the  least  perturbed. They  said  hello to  me  and  without batting  an  eyelid  asked  me  to  follow  them. I was  too stunned  to  say  anything  and  so  I  just  followed  them. We  went  back  to  the  door  they  had  come in  by  and  the  taller  of  the two  pressed  the  button …………. The  first  one, so far,  that  I had  not  pressed!

To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

 

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday:MB Press The Button Part 8

LindaGHill said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mb.” Find a word that has those two letters in it, in that order, and base your post on it. Have fun!”

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“Do you remember why we are here” asked James as we entered the Pub. I really had to stop and think about the question, slowly it dawned on me that I had absolutely no idea.
We saw Dean and Kylie sitting at word table with a number people we had never seen before.

We made our way across the room to join them avoiding all sorts of unusual people as we went. It was like walking through a host of characters , animals and birds from a weird book or film. Some laughing and some completely sombre. All full of lively conversation and all very interested in us.

The closer we got to where Kylie and Dean were sitting I realised that even though they were looking straight at us there was no recognition in their eyes, they had no idea who we were.

It was then I saw that James had left my side I called his name but to my horror he totally ignored me.

I stood alone in this crowded room unable to gain the attention of my friends the suddenly I began to wonder what was going on. I really could not remember where I was or what I was doing.

By now I was sweating I was scared, I looked around the room for something I could recognise, something I could remember . Finally I saw something I remembered.  A button, a red button marked press. So again I pressed the button.

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To  be  continued…….

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Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

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Press the Button : Part 7

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James  and  I  looked  at  each other  in  total  silence  what on Earth  had  just  happened , WTF  was  going on!
Things  were  just  getting  weirder  and  weirder . We could  not  decide  what  to  do, to  stay  or  to  follow  the others.

The  Library  did  feel  safe  and  we  really  wanted  to  feel  safe   but  we  knew  we  could  not  lose Dean  and  Kaylie. So taking  a  deep  breath I  grabbed  James’s  hand  and we followed them into  the  book.

We could  see  them a  little  way  off  in  the  distance  moving  through streets  filled  with  words  and pictures, shops  full of  poems  and  songs it  was  amazing . The  further we went into  the  book  the  safer  we  felt it was  as if  calm was  washing  over  us. It  was  so peaceful  we began  to  forget  what  had  happened  before.  Nothing seemed important anymore it was as if nothing that had gone before was of any importance.

We spent what felt like hours wandering around this magical place. Then a moment of clarity hit me, I turned to James and said can you believe this we are in a book within a fabulous library onboard a Spaceship. James wasn’t listening he was laughing. He was pointing to a Pub . He had spotted Dean and Kaylie inside and wanted us to join them.

I looked  through  the  window  and  saw  Dean  and  Kaylie,  sitting  at  a table  made of  words, they  were  chatting  to  three or four people  who  looked  vaguely  familiar.

We couldn’t get the door open, until I found the button, the red button marked press. So again I pressed the button.

To  be  continued…….

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Part three

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Part Five

Part  Six

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