More than a want but a science
A rule of life.
In dust left behind
A joy and sadness of breath that may or may not be
Galaxius juice feeds newborn minds
Building foundations of hope, experience.
On our Little Rock what do we do?
But throw away that hope
Slice that joy with division
In the bubble of small communities we achieve peace
But we don’t accept from the outside in.
If we can’t love our neighbour,
What hope do we have for those a galaxy away?
The low moon is low
Hiding in the pale sky
But still the crescent of my eye
It pierces my sleep
And captures my mind
Dancing, disturbing, until
I have to stare or go blind
And now I sit present
Under that bright ‘fore sunrise
As if this light should make sense
Rather than being a wonder
A miracle; one of life’s highs.
But here I still stand
By the unexpected
Of tears through this land.
I’d like this to be
to all the other islands out there
That no matter your stature
(And although life isn’t fair)
That you can keep going
To tell tales to the young
Of how you not only survived,
Fresh rosemary sprigs fill the meadow,
This was my summer evening dream,
But without you I’m now here alone,
Floating down this eerie stream.
All it took was for me to brush past him, his T-shirt rudely commanding. “Just do it.” it ordered me. I felt personally attacked. How did he, let alone his clothing, know what was crowding my mind. And how dare it be so frank to a total stranger. I continued through the hustle, the bustle. Anger. Which dissolved. Into determination. I turned back and marched straight up to the audacity that had attacked me.
“I will do it!” I announced, more to the T-shirt than the wearer. And then I walked away, leaving bemusement, and my self doubt, behind me.
Story written using the above photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle.
I don’t know how but I wrote this raw, and it happened to be exactly 100 words!
After a fab birthday week and time off work, I’ve been back at work this week and back to exercise! I received my second Covid vaccine yesterday and now literally having flu symptoms has made me take a break, curl up on the sofa, and write a lil blog post.
After my first vaccine I felt fine, grand even, with just a sore arm. I was hoping for similar results this time around but I’ve not been so lucky, although I’m still super appreciative of having the vaccine! Yesterday eve after the dose I felt light headed, and this morning I’d been fatigued. By lunchtime I was finally resigned to the couch. I’m hoping my symptoms disappear quickly!
But in the mean time I’ve been reading. I managed to read a whole book today! I read Voices of the Lost by Hoda Barakat (translated by Marilyn Booth) which I received in the May Books That Matter subscription box. I love reading about different cultures and this covered five independent but slightly connected characters from an Arabic country so was right up my street.
Having read such a beautifully written book, it inspired me to write again. To write more. So I’ve been writing a little this early evening. I’m started to get more exhausted though, maybe time for some more food. “Food is the best medicine” and all that. I might share some of my writings soon, in response to challenges. But I also want to get started on a LTP and some submissions, as I’ve entered some competitions but not submitted anything yet!
Any advice welcome, hopefully blog with you all again soon. Happy Thursday!
(A select few Birthday week pics below, more on Instagram.)
Happy May 1st! May is the best month, it’s Spring but warm, and has my birthdaaaay!
Ever since I’ve been little my birthday has always been a big event. I’m so lucky to have always had lovely presents and decorations, I absolutely LOVE ballooons! And I’ve carried this tradition into adulthood. We always take our birthday weeks off and I always plan lots of fun around my birthday, trying to have as many different celebrations with various friends as possible. Long story long, TODAY marks the start of my birthday week!
Yess… my birthday week is going to be 9 days long. My birthday is on the 5th so bang in the middle, and I’m so excited for all of our plans! Especially being able to spend time with some friends that I haven’t had a chance to yet due to rona. I’m a social butterfly but I’d forgotten how much energy being with others gives me. Hello extroverts! *waves*
But this is a lil post to shout out my new posting norms. For March and April I’ve been doing challenges that encourage me to write and post everyday! And although I’ve loved it and it’s given me loads of opportunity to practice writing and stick to a structure, I’ve found some other things have had to take a lil backseat, especially when work has been busy as well.
2021 is my year of balance and writing. Not writing and writing. So I want to be able to balance writing, and posting on my blog, with my other hobbies and commitments.
Number One: I’m gonna be taking a whole week break from my blog, you guessed it, my birthday week!
Number Two: I’m going to be posting less regularly in May. I’m not going to give myself a target or a day (sorry!), just a minimum of once a week.
I’m also going to be trying to take part in challenges and get more involved in the community, commenting and liking etc. This has also become low on the priorities in the last couple of weeks. I’ve just wanted to make sure I get my daily post done!
Hopefully this will give me time to start some longer term projects as well. I’ll never have a chance at publishing a book if I never write one…
So this isn’t goodbye, just see you soon. And, happy May! Hope every has a lovely week. I’ll see you when I’m twenty seven!
I’ve made it! To the end of April! Writing every prompt day! I’m so proud of myself. ☺️ Think I might give myself a lil break in May, stay tuned. 💛
“Zenith: Originating from Arabic and meaning the way over one’s head, by the 1300s zenith was used to describe the highest point in the heavens and by the 1600s it had come to include other high points. Nowadays it is used to describe reaching the top of one’s career. When she played Desdemona she realized that she had reached the zenith of her theatrical aspirations.“
“Zephyr: Zephyr, a gentle breeze from the west, derives its name from Zephyrus, the Greek god of the west wind, and was used by both Chaucer and Shakespeare in a figurative and metaphorical sense. More recently, zephyr has been adopted as a term for a lightweight fabric and the clothing made from it.”
(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)
Haiku | Ripe Summer
Zenith of summer
Zephyr carries sweet scent of
Zaftig peaches ripe
“Yammer: Derived from the Old English geomrian, to be sad, and subsequently Middle English yameren, yammer has been used since the fifteenth century to describe repeated cries of distress or sorrow. It also means to complain or whine persistently. The children yammered because the internet had gone down and they couldn’t watch their favourite show on Netflix.”
“Yawp: Yawp, meaning to call out, yelp or to boast, first appeared in the English language in the fourteenth century and is derived from the Middle English yolpen or yelpen. It implies a squawking, yelping, rather irritating type of complaining, but has an element of silliness as it also means raucous noise. If you desist from yawping about it you may be able to think of a solution to the predicament.”
(from “1000 Words to Expand Your Vocabulary” by Joseph Piercy)
Archaic.n.1. last night.adv.2. during last night.” The Free Dictionary
The moon was bright
From dark alleys
Not quite right.
Yet we ignore
Because we have fright
That if we fight
We might join the plight.
So we stay
X is a hard one right!? I needed to find words from somewhere else but I think they’re pretty cool.
“Xenodochy (n) an attitude of kindness to strangers”
“Xaern (v) to enjoy something so much you begin to hate how much you enjoy it”
“Xeric (adj) a term used to describe a really dry environment”
(from Thought Catalog)
He had that song (you know the one, that really famous one that is super overplayed) on repeat. It always got me up and dancing. I xaerned it now though. But I didn’t tell him to turn it off, I tried to maintain a xenodochy, because that’s how I would want to be treated. No matter how much I smiled, how much I shuffled and shifted to the beat, he didn’t reciprocate my warmth. The atmosphere was a dessert with tumbleweeds nonchalantly rolling, xeric.