Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

#writephoto.

Dead Sunflowers on the way to Assisi.

I

think that

l have never

seen a sadder

sight then glorious

Sunflowers,died,turned to

Green. All standing in a row

With blackened faces just like poor

Souls lost without a place to go.

we

Passed them yesterday as to Asissi

We

Did go.

The rain like

Angels tears did

Flow. The wind was harsh

But it could not stop us.

Sadly cross words, we’d a

Few. Really that was nothing new.

By the time we reached Asissi our

Skies had turned blue, harsh words driven through.

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My talented fried Dale wrote a beautiful double Etheree for Crispina’s CCC challenge. Dale very generously said that I had introduced her to the Etheree, well she has nailed it. Even starting with Dead and ending with life.

The poem was about dead Sunflowers and beautifully and skillfully done it is. Do visit Dales link. I have included it above.

The Etheree reminded me of a poem I had written on the same subject some years back. So I dug out the old poem and revamped it into a mirror Etheree.

Thank you Dale, you reminded me of a holiday in Italy ūüíú

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt ‚Äď Jan. 21st

Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 21st is brought to you by Lady Lee! Click here to find her last Just Jot it January post and say hi while you‚Äôre there! Lady Lee‚Äôs word for our prompt today is ‚Äúecho.‚ÄĚ Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun.

Echo.

Hello, hello oh

Echo bounces round the hills

It’s voice sweet and low

Around at will, to and fro

It’s sound always brings me thrills.

When I was a child my Mum always sung the song Little Sir Echo how do you do. I loved it and learned it and sang it to my children.

Mum must of liked the song and I will always have lovely memories of the song, hearing her singing it to me and my children. Sadly she did not live to see my grandchildren but in my mind I hear and see her sing to them ūüíú

Memories.

This morning, like last night I find myself in a reflective mood. After a fitful night full of unsettling dreams I sit here in the early dark disturbed by what my dreams have touched on. In an attempt to clear my mind of these niggles I have written a Naani.

Image from Pixabay

Memories.

Memories fill my head

Faces living, faces dead

Some happy some sad

Life is full of good and bad.

See me.

Don’t

Ignore

Me because

I am old. I

was once bright and bold.

I had a full life once

I was loved and desired too

Spending my time much like you do

I am not stupid, I am not slow

In this old shell there’s a person you know.

So do not dismiss me right out of hand.

I fought for your future in this land.

Your life may not be as it is

Don’t ignore me, don’t dismiss

Respect is all I ask

Is helping me such

An awful task

Kindness is

All I

Ask

Wordless Wednesday, Wish I was there!

Just Jot it January,Day 5 Memories.

Well here we are on day 5 of #jusjojan it is cagedunn that we have to thank for today’s prompt which is Memories. Don’t forget to visit their blog here and here too as  well as everyone else who has has or will supply us with a prompt this month.

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List of prompts and who donated them here also

Memories 

When you get to a certain age you begin to realise that it is the smallest things that make the largest memories. 

The amazing sunsets that just creeps up on you. Glories of nature. 

Having fun with friends

and family.

Silly things you come across.

Childhood memories

I am not feeling too well today and I don’t feel up to doing a long post so this will have be my #jusjojan. I hope you enjoyed looking back on my memories as much as I did. 

Happy Weekend everyone. ūüíú

Wordless Wednesday

Stream Of Consciouness Saturday

When I was s little girl I loved , what was to me exotic fruit, that we only had at Christmas.

To me the most exciting and tasty was the date. Now there was not the choice we have today we always had  the  common  date  from  the  date  palm the Delget  Nour  which  looked  like  these.

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Image  from here

Now  these  dates  have a  long  narrow  stone  with   an O in the  middle  of it. Probably  this O is  to do  with  the  stem or  the  stork   and how the  fruit  grows on  the palm. That  is  the  logical  and  scientific answer   but  my  father  told  me  a story  when I  was  little  and I  prefer  to  believe  what he told me.

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Image  from  here

If  you look  closely  at  the  dates stones in  the the photo  you  will see  that  those which are  placed  the right  way up  you can see  the O .

Well back ¬†to the ¬†story ¬†that ¬†Dad ¬†told ¬†me. “When Mary ¬†and Joseph had ¬†to ¬†travel ¬†from ¬†Nazareth ¬†to ¬† Bethlehem Mary had a craving ¬†for ¬†something sweet. She ¬†told ¬†Joseph ¬†and ¬†he ¬†was ¬†dismayed to have to ¬†tell here ¬†there ¬†was nothing he ¬†could give ¬†her. ¬†They ¬†moved on a ¬†little ¬†way ¬†and ¬† came ¬†to ¬†some ¬†date trees. Joseph ¬†picked ¬†some dates ¬†for Mary ¬†and ¬†she ¬†delightedly ¬†said ¬†Oh! ¬†because ¬†they ¬†were ¬†moist and sweet! Just ¬†what she wanted! ” So ¬†my ¬†Dad told ¬†me that ¬†was ¬†the ¬†reason ¬†there is always ¬†an O ¬†on ¬†the ¬†stone ¬†of ¬†the date.

Well I love ¬†my ¬†Dad’s story ¬†and I told it ¬†to ¬†all my ¬†children ¬†and ¬†if ¬†I ¬†ever ¬†get ¬†the chance ¬†I ¬†shall ¬†tell ¬†my ¬†grandson ¬†too!

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Image  from here

This is ¬†part LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.This ¬†week ¬†Linda’s prompt ¬†was ¬†:Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‚Äúdate.‚ÄĚ Use it any way you‚Äôd like. Have fun!

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Song Lyric Sunday : Summer

The very  talented  Helen at  This  Thing called  Life One Word  at a Time  told us  that : The theme for Song Lyric Sunday on June 19th is “Summer“.  Pick a song that makes you think of summer, that has the word in the title or lyrics, or pick one of your own that has nothing to do with the theme.  We’re all open to sharing and listening to new, amazing music.  Most of all, just enjoy the process.

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And  here

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So which ¬†song is ¬†most ¬†evocative ¬†of ¬†summer ¬†in my ¬†mind ? Well ¬†there ¬†are ¬†many ¬†in fact ¬†too numerous ¬†to ¬†mention. So I ¬†closed ¬†my eyes ¬†and ¬†let ¬†my ¬†mind ¬†slip off to ¬†wherever ¬†as ¬†I thought ¬†of ¬†summer. The ¬†first ¬†song ¬†that ¬†entered ¬†my ¬†head was ¬†Summer ¬†Breeze ¬†, and it was not ¬†the Isley ¬†Brother’s ¬† version ¬†but ¬†the ¬†beautiful ¬†Seals ¬†and Croft version I ¬†was hearing. The ¬†song ¬†takes ¬†me back ¬†to 1972 ¬†the ¬†year ¬†after ¬†I ¬†got ¬†married. Happy ¬†carefree days.

So  here  we are  please  enjoy!

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SUMMER BREEZE

See the curtains hangin’ in the window
In the evenin’ on a Friday night
Little light is shinin’ through the window
Lets me know everything’s alright

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day’s work
And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world

See the smile awaitin’ in the kitchen
Food cookin’ in the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Songwriters
SCHMIDT, REGINE

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Read more: Seals And Crofts – Summer Breeze Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

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