Tag: daily-prompt

Befuddled  

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I’m sort of mystified as to where my soul is at this very moment, is it in its entirety with me, or is a part of me or somewhere else completely.

I’m also bewildered as to why am I searching to find myself in a spiritual form, if I actually only exist for this moment in time here and now.

I’m baffled by feelings that I am an immense being, that I experience myself in dreams and wonder if I continue to exist somewhere outside of myself.

I’m bemused to how much time and effort goes into this journey, puzzled by my determination to understand the intricate maze of the universe.

I’m confused by the enormity of my search and perplexed because in all probability I won’t ever discover the answers here as the physical me.

 

I love to philosophise on the meaning of it all, the wonders of the universe and what IT is really all about.  Have you got any nearer to the answers?

 

Perplexed – DP

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My son is a fantastic writer but he doesn’t write, I’m perplexed.  I don’t get it, he’s a natural wordsmith and orator with a fabulous understanding of English language but does not have enough  belief in himself.

I would die to be able to write like him, well you know what I mean. I wouldn’t die as I need to be his mum but you will get my drift I’m sure.

I write quite simply, I don’t use long words because I don’t have many but I think I get my point across.  I am so immensely proud of my son and his ability to use words to conjure up imagery, he’s ability to debate and get his point across, his kindness and respectfulness in communications.

I’m not biased, well maybe slightly but he is a fabulous writer and I’ll say it again I’m perplexed.  Amongst other things, he writes short stories and when pushed he might blog.  Okay, he uses the odd expletive but not to much to put you off.

Today he wrote a story called Collection on WP. I would be so grateful if you would take a look, he needs some followers to encourage him -https://sovietcola.wordpress.com/2016/09/14/collections/

https://sovietcola.wordpress.com

Thank you lovely people 🙂

 

Radical Me – DP

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You can’t see it on the outside, apart from I’m not slim.

The changes go much deeper, as they’re radical within.

What was hard has softened, with colours changing too.

I’ve greens, blues and purples now, with indigo the blue.

The changes were quite gradual, a lifetime here to make.

But if you stand me side by side, you’ll see I’m not a fake.

The younger me was selfish, demanded love and care.

Could not see her purpose here, was to learn to share.

So now I’m making up the time, loving deeply as I go.

Knowing my days are numbered, I’ve charity to show.

Zing – DP

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Clang, clang, clang went the trolly

Ring, ring, ring went the bell

Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings……..

Hear this song and I’m a child again watching musicals on the TV with my mum and sister, believing that anything was possible in the world.  I used to dream of being an actress like Judy Garland and making the most spectacular musicals.  I would wear the most glorious costumes and sing and dance to my hearts content.

The truth is I can’t sing a note, have two left feet when it comes to dancing and an apple shape figure, that does not work with the tight waisted dresses of my dreams.  But those musicals I was brought up on gave me dreams, hopes and a belief that things will always turn out okay in the end.

A Judy Garland musical or song can transport me back to that front room of my childhood where happiness lived.  A room, safe and warm where my sister and I knew we were loved more than anything in the world.  Where money was not as important as the type of person you were, how kindness shone brighter than any material object and food made with love cured you of any ills.

I wonder sometimes, having such a loving childhood what my own son will remember of his.  Could I possibly have inspired him a fraction as much as my mother inspired me, I don’t think so but I hope I have given him some of his beautiful qualities.

Our childhoods mould and shape us into the people we are now, not all are easy and ours certainly wasn’t. But we didn’t always see the difficulties, experience the worries of our mother or count the pennies.  Our mother made sure that we knew we were loved, she would walk over hot coals for us and we would always be protected.  We left home safe in the knowledge we could always return and there would always be love waiting.

Our childhood home is gone now, my sister and I cleared it together after mum passed away.  We brought some the memories with us in the possessions we split between us, precious memories including a Judy Garland scrapbook.  Another family lives there now, living different lives in a different era.  There is however laughter and love in those walls which I’m sure that anyone who lives there will benefit from and as I said I can go back there anytime I want by just playing a song.

 

In responce to The Daily Prompt – Zing

 

http://youtu.be/Ln3sNwccHxI – this video probably doesn’t work, I will have to learn how to upload!

Plop – DP

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If it’s liquid it goes plop right? 

I might have mentioned once or twice, I’m off to Barcelona for a couple of days. I’m not checking in luggage so everything I have that goes plop has to go into a tiny plastic bag. 


Plop, plop, plop………

Does lipstick really make a plop, well not when I apply.

Toothpaste doesn’t either, couldn’t plop it if I tried.

I’ll give you the shampoo, now that can make a mess.

The creams and oils I agree, I’ve done a plopping test.

It difficult to deal with plops, so many at a time.

So a snap of some of mine, to complete this rhyme 😉

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Fun response to the Daily Prompt word – Plop

Party!

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Boxes wrapped up with bright red string,

cream cakes for sharing hidden within.

Strawberry, chocolate coffee and lime,

 so hard to choose when one at a time.

Big custard trifle in a bowl of cut glass,

the cherry on top I’ll save until last.

Sandwiches cut into triangles too,

minus the crusts and easier to chew.

It’s my birthday and I’m older again,

no guests to join me, Oh, what a shame!

I’ll eat up this spread all on my own.

Washed down with fizz – diet blown 😉

Daily Prompt – Cake

 

Cake – DP

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It’s my birthday on Thursday, I’m not having cake this year, I’m not because I’m going to Barcelona for a long weekend instead!

I struggle with birthdays, always have since I was an adult as they have never been as special as my mum used to make them when I was a child.  I was so special on my birthday, the world revolved around me.  Mum would bring fantastic boxes of cream cakes tied up with ribbon home from London’s West End, where she worked.  These cakes were the best you could get back then and we didn’t only have one.

As an adult I started to unconsciously sabotage my own birthday, I just didn’t think it would be any good, I would be special enough or anyone would really care, so I put obstacles in the way and true to my predictions I was usually miserable.

The last few years I have gone away with one of my best friends for the weekend and it’s been grand!  My philosophy is you can’t age if your out of the country!

Last year I was dreading my birthday  because it was the first birthday since my mum passed away.  In the morning I put up the card mum had bought me the previous year along with my other cards.  I was off to Nice the following day but on the day I didn’t have any plans apart from seeing a couple of girlfriends for lunch.  I just took it easy and it was a lovely day.

The expectation had somehow gone with mum’s passing, she took my fear of birthdays with her.  When you loose someone you love, nothing will really ever be the same again and it puts thing into perspective.  I had a lovely day because I didn’t set myself up not to, I just took it in my stride.

My case is packed for Barcelona, I’ve put mum’s card safely in my case to put up on the day and I’m going to have a lovely long weekend away 🙂

 

 

Pathways of my Mind

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 I step onto the pathway, I check my footings sure

I’ve taken many turnings, as sure there will be more

Check to see I am grounded, I want to stay on track

I focus where I want to go, I can as easily turn back

I have to watch for pitfalls, my mind I must direct

 To remember where I go, at the time that I reflect

My whole life is pathways, of one sort of a kind

The real and the emotional, so many of my mind

I’ll take another step today, to grow a little more

A pathway will present again, of that I can be sure.

 

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A sidewalk to me is unfamiliar, I don’t think I’ve ever really used the term even in short the time I spent living in the US and Canada. For todays prompt of I’m changing it to pathway and I hope you’ll forgive me, but pathway is more familiar and I’m not jumping off my pathway to walk the sidewalk 😉

 

Melancholy Afternoons

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I’m having a melancholy day, it’s raining and cloudy with no sign of the sun and I’ve just put the heating on.  I’m caught up in melodies from the past from todays Daily Prompt.

Music always takes me to my mum, I’ve been talking to her a lot today, thinking about her and playing her songs in my head.  Would you believe I just sung to her ashes, I laughed when I did it because I know she would laugh too.  I’m not sure why I have her ashes but I do, it’s comfortable as it is the only physical thing I have left of her.  Not that I believe she is in any way connected to her ashes, because she’s not.  I have two pots of ashes on my shelf, it’s a back shelf and high up, I don’t have a shrine and it’s not morbid.  Anyway mum’s urn wears a large string of pearls, wrapped around a couple of times, mum never went out without a statement necklace.  Mum was incredibly fashionable, as a child I used to think fashion designers followed her around with sketch pads, as what she wore one year was in fashion the next.  I wear a necklace, handbag or belt of mums most days, as well as fashionable she was a bit of a shopaholic in her time.  Bill, my step-father who followed mum a month later wears a ribbon of tartan to match the tartan trousers he wore every day.  As you can probably guess, my parents were not ordinary in any way.  I think I probably channel their eccentricity as I’m weirder every day

That’s the thing with writing, it takes you places, today because of the melody prompt it took me back to so many memories, music being such a big part of my family and then from there to the feelings memories bring with them, warm, funny, sad and deep.

When I say I’m melancholy I’m not depressed, desolate or gloomy, I’m just with my thoughts and comfortable there.  I don’t want to party and my plan for the evening is comfort with a lovely bath, candles and yes, music.  I think it’s good to get in touch with your feelings sometimes, it slows us down and reminds us what’s real in this fast paced world we live in.