Broken
Voices singing
Crying in the cold night
I will be here in the morning
Alive
With life
For nothing can stop me singing
My broken song
To you
Month: March 2026
SOME DAYS
Some days just seem to sip the sunlight
Playing around the edges of the clouds
Like a promise that one day there will be light
Yet what would light be without the dark
Even clouds have their beauty
Creating a magical pattern in the sky
And a shining that surpasses all
What would pure brilliance be
Without the shades
So like the day
Let us sip the sunlight
And in the darkness wait in patience
RDP FRIDAY Harbour
Thanks Martha for today’s word
When I was much younger, I used to go sometimes to a seaside town in England called Bridlington. It is a lovely place, and if you walk to the south side of it, you come to a gorgeous fishing harbour. It is so picturesque and would be easy to build a great story around. It sparks the imagination. Right over the road from the harbour is a fish and chip shop where you can buy fresh fish in batter and what we call chips but some people might call fries. Although they are fatter than fries I think. They are absolutely yummy. The wonderful fresh sea air and the sea gulls screeching overhead creates an amazing atmosphere even if they do suddenly pounce on your fish and chips as you are eating them. Well, I suppos sea gulls have to eat too. It is years since I went there but this word made me think of it and brought back lovely memories.
FIBBING FRIDAY
Thanks Di for these questions that I shall answer very dishonestly
1. What is a cannery?
It’s a place where you can do whatever you like
2.
What is a rookery?
It’s a place where crooks go who can’t spell
3.
What is a hooky?
It’s a thing that hangs down from the ceiling ready to hook you up if you misbehave
4.
What is pinochle?
It’s a pin cushion that’s big enough for the short sighted to see
5.
What is a ricochet?
It’s a piece of rice that flew into the air
6.
What is hubbub?
It’s a a place where you can shout at your husband as much as you like
7.
What is a podcast?
It’s some knitting that you cast on all wrong
8.
What is a wingnut?
It’s a flying walnut
9.
What is a switchback?
It’s a light switch that you have to take back to the shop because it doesn’t work
10. What is a cacophony?
It’s a phony cat
3TC
Thanks Di for these three words
Lucy walked down the High Street. It could hardly be called a High Street any longer. Most of the main stores had been closed. She remembered when the place was bustling with life. Every Saturday she used to walk down it, and she could hardly move for people. Often she would meet her school friends there and they would have a laugh together. Now, the High Street was full of drug addicts looking for money for a fix, homeless wanderers who tended to accost you asking for money, and kids who should have been in school but weren’t. One shop that did remain was the butchers. Mostly she passed it by, but today she didn’t. She decided to look in it. The first theing that her eyes alighted on was some offal. She shuddered as a memory came back to her. She had been in the biology lab at school and the girl next to her had suddenly shoved a sheep’s heart into her face. She had almost fainted. She saw some meat pies and decided to buy one of those. It would do for one meal anyway. She didn’t have anyone to cook for these days. Next, she passed an opticians. It was a wonder that it had survived, but it had. She glanced in the window, remembering when she had started wearing glasses as a teenager. She had been quite proud to sport her new green oval shaped glasses. Again, she shuddered. She wouldn’t dream of wearing anything like that on her face now. Thank God that she had stopped wearing these optical monstrosities long ago in favour of contact lenses. She looked at her watch. She had better get a move on. It was almost time to return home. Not that it mattered really. There was no one at home waiting for her. She sighed. What had life come to?
IN THE WILD PLACES
In the wild places
I find healing for my soul
I cry to the wind
TAKE MY HAND
Take my hand
Feel soft skin
Know my love
Hold on now
Never let go
Keep me forever
Lead me home
Guided by light
Out of darkness
RDP THURSDAY Laughable
It was quite laughable. Geoff stood looking at the dead mouse on the patio. He was shuddering and shaking. He’d always jated mice. What was he to do?
Wuddenly his wife, Dora appeared. She was only a tiny lady who looked as if she wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Soon, she had picked up the ded mouse with her bare hands, and depositied it in a hole which she dug with a trowel in the garden. Geoff slunk away feeling quite small. Until a spiedr appeared in the bath, and Dora started screaming. Geoff came to the rescue. In a trice he had caught the spider and deposited it outside to live for another day.
FOWC Boost
With thanks to Fandango
Fred was in need of a boost. Life had become very boring of late. He decided that it was time something was done about it. He walked to the shops not quite knowing what he was looking for. Suddenly he spied a travel agents.
“That’s it,” he said to himself. “I’ll buy myself an extravagant holiday.
He walked into the travel agents and his eyes met with such an array of what looked like fantastice holidays. Some in very hot countries with palm trees blowing in the breeze, some in cold countries with volcanoes and geysers, some in countries with lots of amazing beaches. It was a veritable feast. He spent a whole afternoon in there, and didn’t buy one of them. As he walked home that night he thought to himself that actually, there was nothing that he liked better than his own fireside. Although he did quite fancy the geysers. Maybe, yes maybe. He might go back into the travel agants the next day and book a holiday in the land of ice and snow.
It wasn’t long before he embarked upon this amazing holiday, and he set off equipped with everything that he needed. Five weeks later, he still hadn’t returned home. They never saw Fred again.
BIRTHRIGHT
What is my birthright?
Is it like a Copyright?
Once you stole my soul
But never could you keep it
I found it under my skin
PAINT A PICTURE
See now, the grey turn to silver
Threads in dark winter’s night,
The promise of golden days ahead
When summer’s sun my soul will warm
Threads in dark winter’s night
Paint a picture in the trees
When summer’s sun my soul will warm
The picture will come to life
Paint a picture in the trees
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
The picture will come to life
As the earth moves round to face the sun
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
Soon the thickening ice will melt
As the earth moves round to face the sun
The picture becomes complete
Soon the thickening ice will melt
And I will dance in summer’s sun
The picture becoming complete
As grey turns to silver then to gold
Daily Writing Prompt
Daily writing prompt
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
if I was writing my autobiography my opening words would be,
A mystic once said,
“If you want to be sure of the way ahead close your eyes and walk in the dark.”
The reason that I would choose to begin my autobiography with these words is that I am blind. I was not born blind, but became blind as a result of chemotherapy treatment. My story is one of finding that blindness is not necessarily a disaster, but that it may be possible to see more clearly as a blind person than I could as a sighted person. Although at first it may seem bewildering and unclear as to how now to live one’s life, in fact it leaves the way open to discover new things and new insights. In some ways being blind can be seen as a gift. I do not say that lightly of course, because one usually wants more than anything in the world to have one’s sight back, and I am no exception to that. I would be writing about the tension between those two things. For how can one ever accept going blind and trying to live as a blind person without in some way seeing it in a more positive light?
Sometimes the darkness can be very frightening, but in time darkness can be rehabilitated.
The quote comes from a mystic called St. John of the Cross.
THE STAR
Once there was a star
That fell into her blind eyes
Giving her pure light
ERGO
Perhaps
You might just know
Or think that you just know
That which is unknowable to
Walkers on different paths few
Can tell
It all
But think in arrogance they can
Knowing is nothing
Nothing is known
Ergo
NIGHT SKY
Tonight the night sky
Will be alive with colour
As smoke drifts around
THE DAILY MOAN Come on in
I am absolutely fed up with strange people finding out my email address and sending me scam emails stating that I have an invoice for 999 dollars or something like that. They always say it is to be paid through Paypal. That is just one example. I get other strange ones too, like somone offering help with something or other.
It actually scares me because I wonder how they get my email address. It is not anywhere public so it is very worrisome. Does anyone elase get this?
What is your moan today?
RDP TUESDAY Enigma
One of my favourite pieces of music is the Enigma Variations. I have such beautiful memories associated with it. I often used to go and stay at my grandparents’ farm as a child, and my grandmother and grandfather, whom we called Pop. Used to sit by a roaring fire on a chilly autumn night listening to the radio. On a Sunday night we always listened to One Hundred Best Tunes. My grandmother loved it and we used to try to guess what they would put on that night. My grandmother was always thrilled when it was the Engima Variations. I learned to love it too, simply because she did. When I learned to play the pian, I learned a piano version of it. My grandmother is dead now but I still remember her for her love of that music.
BETTER DAYS TO COME
Black beyond window
The night is long I’m dreaming
Better days to come
MY PHONE
When my phone rings
I wonder if it is God
Or even my mum
DIFFICULT TIMES RE BOOK
My mind has been all over the place this past two or three days. As many of you know, I was getting my book ready for publication, but there was someone who was accompanying me who kind of stood with me and made comments etc on the book as it was being written and although he was so supportive of it, he has, just last night, given me some harsh words about the book. If anyone would like to comment on what he said, I would value your thughts.
He told me that I am too raw and that I need to soften the truth. I have told the truth in the book, but it has been so positive in that I described my way through some very deep suffering. It has some parts that are really positive. There is a message in it for anyone who has gone through what I have gone through in my life.
However, this person said that the truth was too much to take. Therefore I should soften it. I was so shocked when he told me this. It has knocked me for six. I have found myself today in deep grief. I feel that I can’t go on with the process of getting the book published.
I know that we all get knocks and rejections when we write, but it is just that this person had been all for it, saying it was powerful etc but now he has done a complete about turn.
I have been thinking about this all day. Is it ok to tell the raw truth or should we soften it?
If I have to soften it, I will have to go right through the book and re do it.
I would so value anyone’s comments on the truth telling thing. They say that the truth sets you free. Well that is what I have told.
Any thoughts anyone?
HOPE
Inside
The dark womb Life
Awaits its birthing called
To love in a world of conflict
Breathing
Spirit
Of Love that is never conquered
Hope lives eternally
Through life’s sorrows
And pain
MINDLESS
Life used to be fast
Before I was stripped laid low
Now it is humdrum
Each day is the same
Excitement is not my lot
Sometimes my mind goes
Absent Without Leave
What is life without a mind?
I better find it
Ah, I found it here
In the middle of WordPress
Amongst my good friends
SADJE’S SUNDAY POSER our sense of humour
Thanks for this poser Sadje. I llove this one.
I am one of those people who can make themselves laugh. I have my Dad’s sense of humour and I laugh easily. Often I can think ot something funny, especially in bed at night, and just suddenly start laughing and am unable to stop. I try to tell my husband the joke or what I am laughing at, but I can hardly get it out for laughing. Often things stike me as funny that nobody else thinks funny. I don’t mean other people though. Never would I make fun of anybody else. I have had this done to me with being in a wheelchair and it is horrible. I just laugh at situations that are funny to me, but maybe no one else would find them funny. In fact I am always laughing. I am glad to be this way, because I do think that a sense of humour can get you through life and through some of the most challenging situations in life. In short, I love laughing.
THE FLEA WHO LOST HIS HEAD
A flea who lost his head
Thought that he was dead
He cried and he cried
Oh my God I have died
But then he woke up in the shed
A FLEA WHO HAD A BAD KNEE
A flea who had a bad knee
Sat down under a tree
A branch hit his head
He thought he was dead
And then he was stung by a bee
RDP SUNDAY Corner
Heidi sat in the corner of the room. She could survey the scene from there. She had wondered if Jack was going to be there that day. He was. She tried to catch his eye, but he wasn’t looking her way at all. Why should he be looking in a corner anyway? There wre plenty of beautiful girls to look at without looking in a corner. Everyone was chattering animatedly. The drink was flowing, and everyone was very happy. Except for Heidi. She wanted Jack. She had wanted him for a long time. He had never even noticed her though. To her chagrin he hardly knew that she existed. Then she had an idea. Suddenly she ran into the centre of the room, and knocked the drink out of his hand.
“Oh oh, I’m sorry,” she blurted out. For the first time Jack looked at her. She looked into his eyes and then said,
“Would you like to dance with me?”
SOCS SATURDAY Smooth
With thanks to Linda G. Hill
I never trust people who are smooth talkers. I alwyas know that they are hading something and that they can be as false as hell. That is why they talk smooth, I always think. They think that they can deceive people and hide their real selves and hide their real intentions. Often they are trying to manipulate people and often people allow themselves to be manipulated because they themselves are looking for something that doesn’t really exist. I have met many smooth talkers in my time, and nowadays I avoid them like the plage.
I think also of Smooth radio, but I have never listened to it. I have a feeling that I wouldn’t really like it. I used to have an academic supervisor who loved jazz, and I always think of jazz as smooth music. It is a type of music that I don’t like, and it conjures up all sorts of images. It wouldn’t be my world at all though I know that there many esteeemed jazz musicians.
I think of smooth waters. As opposed to stormy waters. In our lives we can be in either smooth or stormy waters. For some reason I always seem to be in stormy waters. I prefer the smooth waters though, and wish that I didn’t get the stormy ones.
I love to look at a smooth pond. I love to see the water lilies on top of a smooth pond. There is just something so peaceful about it, but also I know that even smooth water has its hidden depths that may or mayn not be murky.
I have sometimes run my fingers over the surface of a smooth statue of one sort or another. I rather like the feel of that. I do not like rought statues. Maybe it is my desire for a smoother life that makes me like the smooth statues. Maybe I think that in some way, if I run my fingers over them for long enough and often enough, my desire wil be fulfilled. Of course, it is in the rough parts that we learn so much. We learn about ourselves, and we grow into different people. It can go either way though, and make us bitter and resentful and angry, or it can produce a greater quality of character that has been tested in the fires of life.
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