Faded – DP (2)

Those silhouettes in the frame are faded now,

nearly out of sight.

Only a mixture of greys today,

where once they were black and white.

The necklace you wore on your wedding day,

just a pile of pearls.

I remember it hung round your tiny neck,

catching in your curls.

I see your handwriting on paper,

but can’t hear a voice anymore.

Listening to your favourite opera,

while focussed on keeping score.

Your fading out of my life dear,

while I’m trying to hold on tight.

Please visit with a small reminder,

come into my dreams tonight.

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Daily Prompt – Faded

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Faded – DP

The light of the day is fading,

cows are coming into rest.

Leaves on trees now withering,

Autumns done it’s best.

Music passes from a distant car,

dwindling into the night.

I watch it as it drives away,

then it’s finally out of sight.

My memories have faded now,

growing fainter by the day.

One day I suppose they’ll vanish,

simply by melting away.

My hair has lost its colour now,

my eyesights getting dim.

There’s roundness to my body,

where I used to be so slim.

The skin on my face is looser,

hands once strong are weak.

Not many an afternoon now,

where I won’t be found asleep.

Time has come to just fade away,

leave this world to the young.

I think of you, our memories,

back to where our love begun.

You are still so clear in my mind,

I still dream of you each night.

Each moment we spent together,

every one such a delight.

Pondering on these thoughts of you,

I can really feel you near.

My heart makes a little flutter,

as you are so very dear.

Now I see you walking up the steps,

you’re holding out your hand.

I know you’ve come to escort me,

to those eternal summer lands.

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Response to The Daily Prompt – Faded

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Culture

I didn’t get to write about culture yesterday but my son did so I thought I would share his fantastic take on the Daily Word Prompt.

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As Terence McKenna said in this interview, “Culture is not your friend.”

I know, I know. How can I have a go at culture? What’s culture ever done to hurt me? Why aren’t I thankful to culture for providing me with such a rich and varied, erm, culture?

It’s easy to paint culture as some kind of essential framework, without which all the rich bounty of Western civilisation would turn to ash and be taken by the winds. But that’s the thing: our culture has a vested interest in ensuring that your conception of ‘culture’ is a positive one. It would be considered quite the faux pas to instead characterise culture as a form of bondage to which you never consented, which serves only to exclude and to characterise the foreign as ‘Other.’

The very word itself, “culture,” finds its etymological root in the Latin ‘colere’, a term…

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Nature Lessons 98

The pathway of a the flower is clear, from bud, to full bloom to decay.  The flower continues to grow, moving through all these stages of her life in absolute beauty.   Does the flower already know her path, is she connected to the eternal source when she reaches up to the brightness of the sun, is her life just a small part of her journey home.  Be the flower in life, accept and relish each moment for what it is, knowing that it is all part of the eternal journey. 

~ Liza

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