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Monday, 21 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us courtesy of Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Procrastinating Donkey (she's in my sidebar too..all the best people are) joined in and I couldn't resist leaping on board myself.  There is a weekly theme which you can use or not as you like.  This weeks theme is 'meetings'.

The Dreaded Lunch Time Meeting

It was quarter to twelve in the a. of m. 
and I lined up with the rest of them.
Lunches in brown bags and coffee in cups,
snarling where's the boss lady, what's the hold up?
The doors flew open and we tumbled in,
the tall the short the fat and the thin.
The scramble for chairs was remarkably loud.
One chair for each was all they allowed.
No chair for the boss lady?  Someone will stand.
It can't be her, she's far too grand.
Mavis and Joan, Lisa and Deb all joined us by phone.
The only one missing was Angie, alone.
All of us grousing about meetings at lunch hours.
This time belongs to us.  Its totally ours.
How dare they expect us to give up our time?
I wonder if someone will put our views to rhyme?

yup
think so.


Why not join us for Poetry Monday.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts.   If you decide to join in let us know please.. either post here or on your own blog...either way, we want to read what you write.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Vintage

You know you're old when items you received for a shower gift (43 years ago folks) are now listed in the 'vintage' shops on line.
I wanted to replace my corning ware open roasting pan, cornflower design.  They don't make them anymore.  I searched through the vintage listings and found one on EBay.  $15.00 plus shipping and the difference in currency came out to just over $44.  It probably cost about $10 new 43 years ago.  I love my old pan but the finish is shot after all these years of using it.  I'll probably keep it just because it has served me so well.
It wasn't easy coming up against the 'vintage' wall.  I guess I'm 'vintage' too.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Friday, 18 August 2017

Confession Time

Hello, my name is *********** and I'm a thrift storeaholic.  Well, there SHOULD be a support group for those of us so afflicted.   Show me a thrift store and I'll show you my heels as I run for the door.  I should have bumper stickers that read, 'I brake for thrift stores' (and second hand shops and consignment shops and garage sales) okay, I'll admit it, I'm in bad shape.
Now, in my defence I will say that I have come out of many a thrift store, shs, cs and gs with nothing in my hands.  I really have.  And further to my defence I only shop with cash I have saved out of my weekly spending allowance ($20.00 a week).  It's not much of a defence but it's all I've got.
All that being said, I went to a thrift shop yesterday and came away with ten childrens books for $4.00 for the grandies to read at our house (I never give used for a gift...never), two size 4.5 knitting needles for .75 cents and a fall weight leather jacket in immaculate condition (I swear it looks like it has never been worn) for $25.00.  Yes, I will most definitely wear an item from a thrift shop.
Now I want to tell you about my favourite thrift shop in this city.  It is called Bibles For Missions and is located on a main road with lots and lots of available parking.  A few years back it was just your average thrift shop (and smelled like it too).  Today, it is open, airy, has new vinyl plank floors and is well curated and displayed.  I had to fight my way through hordes of university students shopping for kitchen items to get them through the term. 
 They have regular blind auctions with wonderful vintage to antique items up for grabs.  The staff is pleasant and helpful and, most important, (to Me anyway)  it doesn't smell like a thrift shop.
So there you have my confession.  Anything you'd like to share with us?

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Fashionista

 A happy day today as we took our seven year old grand daughter out shopping for some back to school clothes.  A white denim jacket got top marks as did a pretty coral coloured top and black leggings.  New shoes, a few more tops and leggings and she declared herself satisfied.  She spent the time happily holding up tops to bottoms and layering the jacket over the top and deciding if she would wear her hair up or down on the first day of school. 'Up' won out because it looked more 'grown up' with the pierced ear rings she got for her birthday in July.  Now she is wondering if she can add rhinestones to her backpack for a little added flair.  Great fun.  It's the wee mans turn tomorrow.

Thursday's Quote

If you always add and never subtract, you will eventually bury yourself.
.........................Peter Walsh...........................

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to fire the creative juices and get us writing...anything....  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (she of the new kitty) (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in...use the words or just be inspired by them, write prose or poetry, fact or fiction, write today or any day at all.  The great thing is there are no rules and the people participating leave kind comments.

This weeks prompt words:
puffing, candles, confused, fishing, supreme, almost
and/or
eight, despicable, banner, shave, flowers and frowning.

here we go:

Grace was confused.  It seemed someone was singing Happy Birthday to her.  Eight candles on a pink and white cake.  Yes, that was right she thought.  Making a supreme effort and puffing as hard as she could she almost blew them all out.  One more and she could rest.  She was so tired.  Why was she so tired?  There, it went out.  The blessed soothing velvet blackness surrounded her once more.
Frowning she squinted as the light once again penetrated her vision.  There was her Daddy having a shave in the makeshift campground the family had set up after the fire had taken their family home. 
“We’ll go fishing for our dinner Sunshine,” he said, “and you can pick some flowers for Mommy while Kenny and I clean our catch.”  Grace shook her head and winced at the pain.  Something wasn’t right.  What was it?  Kenny, Kenny died in a farm accident a long time ago.  She wasn’t a little kid anymore.  She’d reached the banner age of 75 just this past July.
She forced herself to think clearly, realised where she was and once again struggled to rise.  This time she made it to a sitting position and leaned back against the rough cellar wall.  “How was she going to get herself out of this despicable  mess?” she wondered.
“More to the point,” a gusty voice beside her said, “is how you got into this mess in the first place.”
“Oh Lordie” Grace moaned, “now I’m hearing voices.”

A cool and soothing draft passed across her burning forehead.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

The Story Of My Life

Slightly Abbreviated
of course

Once I was small but now I'm not.
I guess that doesn't say a lot.
Once I rode bikes and ran with ease.
Could someone pass my walking stick please?
Once I had jobs and earned my way.
Now  a seniors pension is my pay.
Once I had fun.
Well, I still do.
It's not quite the same,
but it will do.
My eyesight was good, now it's not.
My memory also, is not so hot.
I remember what happened 10 years ago.
Dredging up yesterday is a little slow.
I rock and knit and read and write.
Yesterday's activities have long  since taken flight.
But that's okay, I'm here to say,
"At least I AM still here today.".


Monday, 14 August 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane thought Mondays needed a little jazzing up.  She was right.  Procrastinating Donkey (you can find the donkey in my side bar too) joined in.  I couldn't resist.  We need more players.   Please join in...write, read, critique, share your thoughts.   We love it.   This weeks theme is 'modern conveniences'.   I totally ignored the theme this week.  No, I lie, I didn't ignore it.  There just wasn\t a poem in me about modern conveniences this week.  We had a Lulu of a storm the other day.  That inspired me.

Night Sounds


night sounds
creaks and squeaks
little rattles
at the windows
sighing in the trees
then
a moment of silence
deep
profound
eerie
that wakes the sleeper
makes the listener
raise his head from off his bed
and strain, strain
to hear
what's coming next
drumming
thrumming
relentlessly humming
with wet fingers
strumming
the song of the rain
beating upon the roof
dripping from sodden branches
gurgling in the downspouts
smattering against the glass
joined
in the melody
by the wild
shriek
of the wind
the night song
the symphony
of the rain



Did you manage to come up with something for the weekly theme?  Did you free style like I did?  Let us know.  We want to read.

Sunday, 13 August 2017

A Reminder We All Need From Time To Time

Pop over to Buttons (she's in my side bar) and have a read.  She'll have you all searching through your thistles.   

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Cable

We've been having problems with our TV.  Well, not the TV itself, the reception from the cable company.  Some of the channels break up into little digital boxes, the sound comes and goes, the picture comes and goes...it's frustrating.  Anyway, we popped in to the cable office to explain our dilemma and were informed it's likely our cable box.  They rented us a new one.  Unfortunately it's not compatible with our 12 year old TV.  No, we are not going to replace a perfectly good TV.  We also wanted to add a few channels to our selection which a friendly young lady assisted with.  Upon returning home we found several channels we had before were now missing.  Now let me just insert here....we stood in a lineup at the cable office for 20 minutes and spent over half an hour at the counter getting all this sorted out (or unsorted).  There was no way I was going back if I could help it so I called up 'live chat' on the web site.  Now this was more like it I thought as we unravelled the sticky mess our reception had turned in to.  Great.  Now we were transferred to the technical side of things to sort out why our reception was broken on certain channels.  An appointment was made for a technician.  In the mean time we had been looking at the TV and still were missing some of the channels.  This young chap sorted out the channel problem and advised us that there was nothing wrong with our box.  Today, the technician came and replaced all the hardware and wires from the house to the pole then came to the door to advise us that he couldn't fix the problem.  It is a signal problem affecting the whole city.  Another tech will be out in five days or so to sort the matter out.  Good grief......if the whole city has been suffering from this issue and it has been going on for months, do you mean to tell us we are the only people who complained about it?  Really?  Now we have to go back to the cable company and wait in that never ending lineup to return the cable box we never needed in the first place.   Dontcha just love it?

Saturday's Snort

It's Saturday and I've got another good one for you.


Why did the cookie go to the hospital?


Because he felt crummy.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

Thursday's Quote

A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you've been taking.
.....................Earl Wilson...............................

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get those creative juices flowing.  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar).  Use the words to inspire you...
dynamic, longer, woods, mobile, landed, cellar
and/or
alerted, flying, demeanor, lights, smoothly and filled

here we go:

Grace didn't move smoothly anymore but she reminded herself daily at least she was still mobile.  This current predicament however, filled her with anxiety.
It had seemed like a great idea to explore the old Deveroux house in the woods.  Equipped with flashlight and camera she was in a grand mood.  One minute she was upright and the next, after a flying trip down the  cellar stairs, she landed headfirst on the old concrete floor.
There had been nothing to alert her to the fact that her  faithful Dynamic flashlight was going to fail.  It simply cut out midstep.  One misstep was all it took.
It's going to be a longer trip than usual to get back up those stairs she mused.  Her head pained her terribly as she tried to pull herself to her feet.  Her usual cocky demeanor failed her as she realized more than her head was paining her.  The effort to raise her head left her dizzy and gasping and then....blackness.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Has Anyone Heard?

Has anyone heard from Laura of Austanspace?   It's been a long long time since she last posted.  I'm worried about her.

Monday, 7 August 2017

Poetry Monday

It's Poetry Monday again....that day of the week when we write, read and appreciate the offerings of Diane (on the Alberta Montana Border) and Jenny O (Procrastinating Donkey) anyone else who cares to participate and me.......natch.  Many thanks to Diane for dreaming up this challenge.   The suggested theme this week is 'humour'.   It's not necessary to use the theme but it sometimes helps to have a jumping off point.
Anyhoo......here we go....

The Joker

A hearty chuckle
rumbled through the universe
among moons and planets
so diverse
sending them spinning
whirling and reeling
bumping against the Celestial ceiling,
shaking the walls, the foundations of the universe.
Hidden deep in that darkened spot
a protected container left to rot
shuddered,
toppled,
fell,
releasing a hideous blot.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
All of Heaven held its breath.
The silence was the sound of death.
One dared to ask
“What was in the flask?”
“A failed experiment.”
came the gloomy reply.
“The seed of human life.
left there to die."
“WHO TOLD ME THAT INFERNAL JOKE?”
One angel stepped forward,
his maker to  face.
“Good one wasn’t it Sir?”,
then, trembling, stepped back a pace.
 The joke telling angel was gone in a blink.
“One good joke deserves another, don’t you think?”
“Lucifer has gone to Earth to dwell,
The seed of life landed there as well.”
One angel turned and nudged another .
“Who said God doesn’t have a sense of humour?”

Now....lets see what you can do.

Sunday, 6 August 2017

It's Just A Thought

We are born of woman, grow in our strength, deteriorate and then the physical body collapses and rots.  At that point, are we then born of our own bodies and set free to roam the universe?

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Camping

The littles and their folks are camping in our back yard.  They wanted to get a real camping spot but they had all been prebooked for the August Civic Holiday long weekend.  Thus...our back yard.  Yesterday and part of today it was cold, windy and raining and we were under a severe weather watch.  They insist they are having 'fun'.  There is hydro and water in the back yard as well as weeds and mosquitoes, the occasional skunk at night, bunnies and chipmunks and lots of birds that are early risers.  Still, they insist they are having 'fun'.  They can't cook outside so they are cooking in grandma's kitchen and washing their dishes in the dishwasher, playing games on grandma's computer, heating things in the microwave, watching tv and asking three million questions a minute.  Yes, they insist they are having 'fun'.   I am sweeping and wiping and tidying and serving and finding and........ I am NOT having fun.  Okay, I lie, I AM having fun.  Just don't tell anyone okay.

Saturday's Snort

How does a duck buy lipstick?

She just puts it on her bill.


I make no apology for this.

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

I posted my story in comments on Rivers blog....Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Drop in and read some of the stories readers have contributed.

Monday, 31 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  Diane felt Mondays needed a 'little something' and boy was she right.  Hence...Poetry Monday.  We have been offered a topic which we can use or not use.....it's just there in case you need a creative jog.  I needed one.
You know how I'm always saying that poems don't have to rhyme or have a rhythm or be worthy of publication...they just have to express your feelings?   You know how I say there are no rules.  Well this week I've broken every rule in the book, it doesn't rhyme, it has no rhythm and certainly no publication value.  It just says what I'm feeling and thinking.




click to embiggen

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Why Are We All Here?

Oh, I don't mean 'here on this planet'.  That's for stronger minds than mine to contemplate.  I mean, what are we all doing here on blogger. 

I'm sure we all have our reasons, everything from loneliness to sharing our passions, to educating others to simple relief from boredom.  Each persons reason is equally valuable.  But.......do we all expect every post we write to attract comments?  I know I don't.  I know that not everything I write will interest another.  I also realize that sometimes people will read my post and not have the words required to make a pertinent comment.  Many a time I've been left speechless by a post...by the sheer beauty of it, or the pathos or the pain of it.  I just don't know what to say.  I may even shed tears for the writer but I just don't know what to say.  I expect I'm not alone in that.  I've never been quite THAT unique.

If the only reason you are on Blogger is to accumulate followers and garner huge amounts of comments then I think you may be in the wrong place.  You should be blogging for the sheer joy of writing, of sharing information, of spreading your own personal happiness.  Perhaps you are blogging to let off steam about life events.  Those forms of release should be enough to satisfy and keep you blogging.  
I appreciate every one of my followers.  We have a wonderful little community here...I might even say, a second family.  No, I do not expect you to love and comment on everything I post.  I'm here because I want to be here...for the expression it allows me....why are you here?

Saturday, 29 July 2017

Friday, 28 July 2017

Shadows

Living shadows
on the wall,
reflections of life
being lived.
Leaf and branch
dance and flutter
across the walls
of my home.
Loving shadows
on my heart,
precious memories
cast shadows
that start
and flow
and tell their tales
of past lives lived,
family fables.
Lonely shadows
as night falls.
I sleep and dream
and remember them all
as moonlight casts its
pale shadows
on my walls.


Thursday, 27 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

This weeks word prompt is:
dominant, carpet, magazine, duster, finicky, display
and/or
carbine, boots, tactical, determination, filthy and disgusing
or you can use the expression
maniacal megalomaniac


Let's take a shot at it, shall we?

I do admire my sons determination to complete his basic training.  I know he absolutely hates boots, (I mean who doesn't right?) says they don't 'go' with anything.  Yet, he stands tall and proud, shoulders his carbine, and takes part in the tactical manoeuvres even though it's a filthy and disgusting muddy mess he has to scramble through.  He's my brave little soldier.  Here at home he was always so finicky about the house; plying his duster every day, tidying his display of crystal figurines, straightening the magazine rack, vacuuming the carpet in his room.  I don't know how he is standing the dreadful conditions he finds himself in.
Greg wiped a perspiring brow and grinned at his drill Sargent.  That maniacal megalomaniac of a domineering mother of his made sarge look like the tooth fairy in comparison.  He was enjoying every moment of being a 'regular guy' getting dirty and sweaty, flopping on his bunk with his boots on...it was wonderful.  Ma may not realise it but her little boy was planning on being a career soldier.  Already he was marked as officer material.  He could hardly wait to be 'large and in charge'.  He'd had plenty of 'basic training' in that.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here is this weeks prompt:

dominant, carpet, magazine, duster, finicky, display
and/or
carbine, boots, tactical, determination, filthy and disgusting
or you could use this phrase
MANIACAL MEGALOMANIAC 

Have fun.
This finishes my month for the words.  Hope you all enjoyed the challenge.
Next months words come to you from River at Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my sidebar.

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

A Quiet Day At Home

spent cleaning out the china cabinets and wiping off all the little doodads and itsy bits inside.  There was a depression glass Iris vase and a cut glass vase that used to hold childhood offerings of lilacs and vast bunches of weeds for Mom and Gram.  They are empty now.  Only the memories remain.  A ruby glass pitcher that I admired all my days in Moms kitchen cupboard and now it is in my china cabinet.  Just a pitcher, but oh the memories.  A clock that ticktocks along merrily that was once a wedding gift for a young couple  no longer with us.  With each tick and tock I think of them.  Tiny cups and saucers that once held Easter eggs for an excited little girl.  I treasure them still.  Items I once gave parents or grandparents come home to roost with their memories attached.  War medals and pocket watches, photos, an egg cup that adorned my grandfathers place setting every morning.  The flotsam and jetsam of life...their lives...my life...telling stories only I remember.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta/Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane decided Mondays needed jazzing up and she was right.  Why not join us.  You can write, read, critique or share your thoughts.  Poetry doesn’t have to be serious or even rhyme…it’s just a great way to share your thoughts and feelings and it’s fun.  This week Diane gave us a topic “vacation” which you can use or not….I decided to use it.

Owl Goes On Vacation

“Where is Owl?”,
asked the mouse
as he cowered
in his tiny house.

I don’t see him
flying by
against the moon
so pale and high.

I can’t hear
his mournful “Whoooo?”
and so I don’t know
what to do.

Is it safe
or is it not
to go out doors
and leave this spot?

“Oh do come out
Dear mousie, do.”
the fox beguiled
as foxes do.

The mouse peeked out
to see the fox
a dinner bib
tucked under his snout.

“Oh me, Oh my,
I dasn’t try.
I’ll stay inside
and wait him out.”

But what of Owl,
that missing fowl?
He’s lying on
a big beach towel.

He's at the beach,
toes in the sand,
a margeurita
in his hand (er..feathers).

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Thought For The Day

I wish I could say I thought of this, but, I didn't.  A friend sent it to me in an email.  Origin unknown.  Where have I heard that before?

- If you replace "W" with "T" in "What, Where and When", you get the answer to each of them.

Saturday, 22 July 2017

Well I'll Be....

I just love words.  No surprise there.  If you've visited here before, you know that.  Some of the words in our language (English in case you weren't sure) leave me scratching my head.  There are colourful and interesting expressions, one word expressions, that have no known origin.  Interplanetary visitors perhaps?
Take for example the following selection:
Flabbergasted....
I mean, who IS Flabber and why is he/she gasted?
The first recorded use of the term was in 1772.  It means to be shocked or amazed.  It's origin is lost in the mists of time.
How about,
Highfalutin...
I've never said Hi to anyone named Falutin but I've known some folks who WERE (or thought they were) highfalutin.  This term originated in the mid 19th century and might be English in origin.  High English-Fluting equals highfalutin...maybe...
There's always,
Hornswoggle.....
an early 19th century expression of unknown origin which means to cheat someone as in, they were hornswoggled.
Boondoggle.....
Work or activity that is wasteful or pointless but which gives the appearance of having value.
Much like this post of ridiculous expressions.
Originating in the 1930's from who knows where.
Bamboozle....
an early 18th century expression of unknown origin meaning, to trick.
If you've read this far, you've been bamboozled into thinking this is actually going somewhere.  It isn't.  I'm just having fun with silly words.  Funny thing, I actually use those words once in a while and never before did I stop to wonder where they came from...and...I STILL don't know.

Friday, 21 July 2017

What's For Dinner?

Wednesday night it was Beef Bourguignon.  

This is everything you need to make it.  Well, and a little water and a whole lot of patience.

5 medium onions sliced
4 tblsp oil
2 pounds lean beef cubed
1 1/2 tblsp flour
1/4 tsp marjoram
1/4 tsp thyme
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
bouillon
red wine
1/2 pound mushrooms sliced

cook onions until tender
 I would suggest using half the oil and saving the other half for....
remove onions from pot
put beef in pot (with the left over oil)
sprinkle with flour and seasonings
brown the beef
it's getting there.
add 1/2 cup bouillon and 1 cup red wine
and simmer slowly, stirring occasionally for 1 1/2 to 2 hours.  Phew.  Adding more bouillon and wine as required to keep meat covered.  The recipe advises 1 part bouillon and 2 parts wine.  That can add up to a LOT of wine so if you don't want it too strong, just use your better judgement.
 Return onions to the pot and add mushrooms.
Top up your liquid if required.  Simmer for another 1/2 to a full hour stirring occasionally and keeping an eye on your liquid levels.  Especially if you are drinking any of that wine.
If you want it a bit thicker, just add some cornstarch mixed with a little water and simmer a tad longer.
Serve in hand thrown pottery bowls.  They make everything look and taste better.
I put it on rice but noodles are just as good.

By this time your kitchen looks like this....

Because you have been cleaning up as you go...right?  And, if your husband is anything like mine he will say, "Now that was a nice easy meal for you to prepare on such a hot day, wasn't it?  Bless them, they haven't a clue.

I'll forgive him because I have lots left over in the fridge for tomorrow night and all I have to do is warm it up.

That beef was so tender.......OMG it was good.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday writing prompt for this week: 
beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
and/or
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction, gratitude and bacon
or
you can use the phrase "misty mountain melody"

I chose to use the phrase this week.


knee high grasses
mile high skies
clover and dewdrops
fill my eyes

wind in the pine trees
sings a song
birds chirp a melody
all the day long

rattle of the pebbles
in the rushing brook
fish leap and splash
in a shady nook

put these sounds 
and sights together
its a Misty Mountain Melody
forever


Okay, I'll use the words as well..

In my peripheral vision I perceived the beacon that is bacon.  Gratitude filled me for this splendid food of the Gods and I planned my evening feast around this Divine creation.  
A plentiful supply suffused the chilled bunkers and then, I saw THE PRICE.  I became instantly jealous of every shopper with bacon  in their cart as I revised my original menu plan which would now be dormant for the foreseeable future until the prices came down.
Sadly, I whimpered as I watched the total destruction of my happiness.  I'll just stand in the deli and inhale the fragrance of the BLT's being prepared there for the few fortunate....the wonderful, mystical scent of BACON.

.....
for the life of me I couldn't work in 'slander'.  And yes, I'm a bacon fanatic.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Words For Wednesday

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to fire up our creative juices and get us writing.  The words can be spun together to create a piece or just used as inspiration.  Write fact or fiction, prose or poetry, or simply a stream of thoughts generated by the words.
There are no rules (that's the best part).  Use some, all or none of the words on any day of the week you like.   It really doesn't matter as long as you enjoy the process.  Just always let us know if you are posting your piece on your blog so we can all drop in and visit.

Here are this weeks prompts:

beacon, evening, jealous, slander, dormant, peripheral
and/or
mystic, plentiful, splendid, destruction,
gratitude, and bacon
or you could use this phrase
MISTY MOUNTAIN MELODY

Have fun.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by diane of ‘on the alberta montana border’.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Procrastinating Donkey decided to play along (she is in my sidebar too) and that made three of us.  We would love it if you would join in as well.  Read, write, critique, share your thoughts….lots of room on this poetry excursion bus. You don’t have to a published poet…only diane is……you don’t have to rhyme….just put your heart on paper.

Silver tears
                                 upon the pane,
gurgling cascades
down the drain,
patters and spatters
on the street
and
when it’s done
the air smells sweet.
The roses lift
their happy heads
and sparkling diamonds
do they shed.
The robin finds it
easy toil
to pull the worm
from dampened soil.
So I sit
and scan the view
all fresh and fragrant
clean and new.
When I go to bed
tonight,
pull down the shade,
turn out the light,
in dreams I will
review the sight
on this lovely
peaceful

rain washed night.



Diane has also provided a topic for those of us who are having trouble coming up with something this week.  The topic is "nonsense".

nonsense
is the absence
of common sense

on elfin feet
she trips about
seeking water
in this drought
finds it
in a cowslip bell
takes it home
to 'ne're do well'
her older brother
truth to tell
is not so bold
as sara belle