Silent Thursday: What is written what isn’t written yet.

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash

Maggie from, from cave walls wrote: ‘January is behind us and I felt I should give you an update on my conversation with Lauren on the status of our Throwback Thursday posts. “

She has spoken to Lauren who she started Throwback Thursday with about it’s future. They have decided that as Lauren is not well and has enough to cope with at the moment they would suspend Throwback Thursday until Lauren feels she can cope.

So for now Maggie has decided to do a Tranquil Thursday prompt until Throwback Thursday returns. As a I see it out prompt this week is : What is written  in your book and what remains unwritten?

I am not a hundred percent sure if I have read this correctly anyway here goes.

Life… A Terza Rima, what is written. © willowdot21

I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

I walked daily amid madness and strife.

When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.

I learned to read and write at school.

Yet they did not want me to think

I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.

I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers formed that gave my life tiers

Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds
Hold on to them as I may they slipped away.

Like so much detritus blown around the bins.

Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words, my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice

No one was unkind no tears burned me

Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.

Married, they all said, your but a baby

I was determined though, afraid to be left alone

So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.

Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home

Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids

Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown

For a while all is bright and darkness fades

What the future holds I do not know

I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades

The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life, newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.

We had a girl who could not stay

Then a boy who nearly didn’t either

But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.

We had to move down west to pastures new

Fresh start with baby on the way

Staying with inlaw’s a tricky thing to do.

Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay

Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness

Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.

Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed

Hubby worked away I was so alone

Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.

Back to London and my Mum’s home

Finding comfort in family and the old familiar

For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.

At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.

The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain

Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!

The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.

I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.

Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.

I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived

As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house

Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.

I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.

I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.

I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.

Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers

The boys grew and flourished they were out life

Then we moved house again to our forever home .

It’s never easy being a mother or a wife

It pushes you and stresses you to your limit

Yet it brings joy and meaning to your life.

Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretchrd and torn

Yet with their choices I really can’t complain.

Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.

Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

What is unwritten

So now I have wings and I am armed with a pen…. Mightier than the sword? Yes I think so. Writing has opened my eyes and I have made so many friends online. I have grandchildren who are wonderful.

So what’s unwritten? A lot less than is but I shall not waste what is left. I want to publish, I want to cuddle my grandsons I want to embrace my family and life.

This is part of Maggie’s Silent Thursday.

One-Liner Wednesday.

©Sue Vincent

“Standing on the threshold of tomorrow, am I excited or scared, or both? ” © willowdot21

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE -LINER WEDNESDAY.

Song Lyric Sunday. Past, present, future .

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. This week the prompt is Past , Present and

“First Train Home” is a song by British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap, and the only single off her third solo album Ellipse.

I really love Last train home, by Imogen Heap. To me it’s about a woman lost and locked up in a present that she doesn’t want to be part of. Her only escape is to get in away on the first train home to her childhood where things were simpler. Here future depends on her escaping now!

The actual story is that Immie was going to start working on her new, at the time 2009, album Ellipse when a friend invited her down to Brighton. Imogen went against her better judgement and spent the whole evening wishing she was back home working on her music. She did infact catch the first train home and work on her music. So she was caught in the present, but wanted to be back in her past and her future depended on it!

First train home.

Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
Is this an echo game irises retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
To Catch to catch to catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeTemporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve got a silly hat on
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them it doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch to catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now nowSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Imogen Jennifer Jane Heap

The Shangri-Las were an American pop girl group of the 1960s. Between 1964 and 1966, they charted with several hits documenting teen tragedies and melodramas. They remain known for their hits “R emember (Walking in the Sand)“, “Give Him a Great Big Kiss“, and in particular, “Leader of the Pack“, which went to #1 in the US in late 1964. I could try to explain this strange song to you but I am going to leave it to Martin Crookall and his post The Infinite Jukebox: The Shangri-Las ‘Past, Present and Future’from February 8th 2021

Please visit Martin’s post.

The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love,
There were moments when, well, there were moments whenPresent, Go out with you? Why not
Do I like to dance? Of Course,
Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to,
But don’t try to touch me, don’t try to touch me
Cos that will never happen again,
Shall we danceThe future, Tommorow? well tommorows a long way off
Maybe someday I’ll have somebody’s hand
Maybe somewhere someone will understand
You know I used to sing- a tisket a tasket a green and yellow basket
I’m all packed up and I’m on my way and I’m gonna fall in love,
But at the moment it doesn’t look good
At the moment it will never happen againI don’t think it will ever happen again.Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Artie Butler / George Morton / Jerry Leiber

Happy Sunday Everyone 💜

Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto.

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.

Deep Thoughts on Holliday’s Retu

Trace elements, we breathe
Hints of what we were, we leave.
Time less rushed than we perceive.
More things in heaven and earth than we perceive.

Wave on wave of thought and consciousness.
Far more knowledge than we will ever process.
Reaching out to horizons new and old.
Thoughts and dreams swelling more than your heart will ever hold.

Look to the future you will find the key.
It is all out there waiting for your imaginations to set it free.
Piece by piece we build our pipe dreams
Only to scatter  them at the feet of our children it seems.

Echoes

http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2012/09/30/sports/khoury1/khoury1-articleLarge.jpg

Softly brushing my face, is it  a child’s  kiss upon my cheek?

Caresses long  gone, almost forgotten  but not quite, begin to creep

Into  my conscientiousness demanding  my attention

Dragging long  stilled  emotions out of sleepy retention.

 

Light bright sunlit  mornings  running through  the trees

Wind blown autumns wrapped up warm chasing after leaves.

Fingers tracing over goosebumps lips moist and tender

Needs screaming for release and surrender.

 

The smell of  newborn babies, you thought you would die

Birth pains  felt  by  both  bonding you so deep, tears fill your eyes.

Watching  them grow and play and mature, such precious fruit of yours

Protect them, guide them, love them , teach them  and keep them from evil’s claws.

 

Tears flow  as they leave, out on their chosen paths  not always  what you’d of planned

Still they are brave and new . They  will stand on their own yet if  they fall you’ll be there to give a hand.

Then back they come with love, with pain or grief  then the fresh smell of a newborn

Such great joy  more  memories blossoming  your future to adorn.

 

Softly brushing my face, is it  a child’s  kiss upon my cheek?

Caresses long  gone, almost forgotten  but not quite begin to creep

Into  my conscientiousness demanding  my attention

Dragging long  stilled  emotions out of sleepy retention.

 

FanFoFeb: What would I say?

http://www.artistsinfo.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Pretty_Baby_1M.jpg

Today I am still sitting here thinking  of the magic moment I experienced yesterday.

What would of happened if I could of  met the younger me, what  would I have had to say.

Maybe I could of  told her that things would get  easier, but that would of been a lie

Things  got worse, harder, her shoulders would have so much to bare, she’d learn not to cry.

 

No I don’t think I could tell her of the dark days to come, of everything normal and of caring  for a tortured soul

Of  rules too harsh to keep,of agonizing  days , and nights of no sleep. Yet I could tell her she would stay whole.

She  would  grow  and cope, her energies trained  to her children. Her husband working away so much

No I fear I could not warn her of the sorrows and the pain that, her shoulders, would touch.

 

I’d  tell her of the joys of  watching graduations  three fold, of wedding days

Of looking at three lovely and kind spirited young men from babies to husband and men in a haze.

Of waiting for  the next generation to be born watching it grow in a beautiful young woman’s body

Of decorating , of moving houses  of being driven mad and money broke, of being there to always to help, as if her own life was just a hobby.

http://c300221.r21.cf1.rackcdn.com/

 

No skip the pain, the betrayals , desertions,  the returns that should  not of been allowed

Of  the rows  and control , she probably knows of that already, no all that I would shroud.

What  good would it do her ? None . For she is me and would be already locked in a love.

That forgives adultery, selfish children, unreasonable demands,  she’d not  change  a thing , caught like a caged dove.

I’d  tell her to be strong and many years hence she will find her niche

Her mind  will grow  and all will make sense at last and then she will have her peace.

I’d tell here  to be true  and to stand up for herself if she can.

I’d tell her to hold on to her dreams and never let them go, to love those near to her to follow life’s unseen plan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post on your site, and join FanFoFeb . The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “FanFoFeb   Fantasy for February lasts all month . (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “post.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a FanFoFeb  . post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

JusJoJan : Magic in my hand.

http://www.free-hdwallpapers.com/wallpapers/nature/226971.jpg

Here it is within  my grasp

Magic here for me to clasp.

See the future amid the smoke

Each blood red petal a spell unspoke.

Unleash your mind set your spirit free

Face the music  lead the dance

Kick up  your heels and run with me

The future is not yet, the past is gone now is your chance.

Petals red and smoke grey

Follow the trail

See the magic it will light your way

Do it now, for we cannot  fail.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post on your site, and join Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

Their Ships have Souls

Photo credits http://terri0729.files.wordpress.com/

I must of fallen asleep for when I awoke I was in a castle keep. As I looked out the windows to my delight I saw my pet crows out in flight.

I just could not believe my eyes I had missed them so. They are my close confidants on Jupiter since I’d been left alone they had grown so very close.

I did not know this place this weird and lonely mountain range the grey sky heavy with snow and my dearest crows here all of this is strange.

Behind me I hear a noise, it makes jump I turn around to greet my mother. She is pleased that I knew she was there, to teach me to use my gifts she had taken care. Why is she here  I ask though my heart is glad to see her face  I have missed her since she passed on to a better place.

‘Come’ she bade me ‘we have not much time,the others are waiting  you are now part of the sisterhood divine’. I approached a table long, it was surrounded by faces I knew, sisters, my ancestors I could not help myself I silently called my favourite crow to my side. As she gently alighted on my shoulder the relief I could not hide she made me bolder.

I took my place at the bottom of the table, I was the youngest there looking at the company gathered here to judge the power I was just not able.

Photo Credit http://catfish-charlie.livejournal.com/

The eldest present then arose and cried I have seen the future, I have seen the enemy I have seen the end, all of the races of man had died.

She then shared her vision with us all it was as if the door of hell was opened and I had to steady my crow to stop her fall.

Sweat as cold as ice enveloped me I was appalled and terrified at what I could see.My hands were taken from both sides my mother and grandma gave me strength I sighed the whole sisterhood joined with me and show me more of that I did not want to see.

Once more I awoke but this time back on the ship with vessels all around silently through space endless dark and cold we forged along to meet the enemy to behold the vision I had just seen……………… I tell you now I was less than keen.

Eternity’s Shore.

Photo Credits http://artblogbybob.blogspot.co.uk/

Standing in the foothills of tomorrow eternity my only friend one foot in the future the other in the nether end.

Sunset finds me chilled and lost without my coat. I can see into the future clearly but the present is nipping at my throat.

Everyone I know is gone now they ran toward the light leaving me lost and lonely surrounded by endless night.

Gravel under my feet ripping at my skin I’d like to make it to the fountain of youth and dip my toes right in.

The wind is whipping up my hair and whistling in my ears. If I had a silent tissue I would wipe away my tears.

The sky turning golden and all the birds have taken flight. I really have no choice left but to stand and face the night.I do not know what awaits me but it will not be good I am sure. Freezing, tired and lonely  on eternity’s shore.