In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Recently Acquired.”
Words create worlds
And so I’ve learnt
What we think
Becomes our reality
Stronger and stronger
I can feel myself grow
From hiding, low self esteem
Darkness, depression
To growth and strength
And love and light
What we share can touch
The hearts of others
What I’ve learnt about blogging
Is the power of words
I wish
When we make friends we could keep them forever
I wish
When feeling sad, it could be waved away like feathers
I wish
When nighttime arrives, my dream will be one to treasure
I wish
When my fingers start to burn, there will be verses to write
I wish
When I feel pain, there will be those who would take the time
I wish
When I have something to share, there will be those who care
I wish
When I kneel to pray, my prayers reach where they need to go
I pray
For happiness and love, and all things good
I wish
as if there are plenty of schools in the world
there is an empty school right here in Sydney
abandoned and not used
reminding us how much
education is key
Every morn with the rising of a new sun
A new hope is born
Simonstown Sunrise
Although they now be
Grown, will never forget two
Sweet babies of mine
In response to The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo prompt: “Gone But Not Forgotten”
last night I received a job to do
a job I’ve never done before
I had to choose some images
and place them not just randomly
but in their place to make a theme
write a story with no words at all
allow the colors to speak for me –
not something I can do quite easily
(for my life has always been around
numbers, logic, not much creativity
for one day job I have ever known –
the only profession I have filled
has been back-end, getting code to run
connect to banks, and test and fix
look up data and read it back
VXML my speciality)
now a mood board must I create
and where to even start?
so I chose images to choose my words
and speak my story instead of me
there is nature, there is light
there is style, there is life
there is a butterfly and trees
two pins for victory (not double loser pins like we’ve seen before)
And to form a theme, simplicity
building blocks to make a frame
to tie it all together, orange for Passion
not forgetting a few books for Poetry!
What do ya think, is it a pass?
Or should I do another one?
#movingtowardsthelight
#passionthroughpoetry
#beinspired
#viva
Images from Pinterest: Passion through Poetry MoonBoard here
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”
Heels and color
Lifechanging advice suggested to me
To be rid of all the blacks and browns
All those greys and cremes
To infuse splashes of color
Into my wardrobe and life
Adding a bit of style
Accenting flair and finesse
So I did, and now I do
But I would not be sharing
That advice to the others in my home
Because my husband is six foot four
I would not want him in heels
Neither my son for that matter
And my daughter is only eight
She can wear flats while she waits
For her own style to arrive!
This morning when I went to sleep
Past midnight once again
I had a dream so real for me
Coming back so vividly
Allow me to type
So I can capture my dream
Before it vaporizes
And is taken from me
I dreamt of my mother
How she entered my room
She was on a bicycle
Geared up and ready to go
(All those weekly photo challenges
Of wheels and bicycles converging –
Gate crashing my dream)
First time my mother on a bicycle I’ve seen
Knock at the door
And friends waiting to go
Spend some time with my mother
And have themselves a day of fun
I was an onlooker at this little game
My mother acting strangely
Not like my mother would at all
She leaned over to give me a hug
I turned myself away, I’m sorry
No hugs coming your way
Give me back my mother, not one acting so strange
Tell me, where is my mother?
Where has she gone?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Extreme Tale.”
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
Thinking of these lines
First thoughts in my mind –
I hate it, I love it
When web services do not work
It can bring me to my knees
Why oh why oh please!
Troubleshoot and analyze
Sleep a luxury, no time to eat
Life comes to a halt
Because I have code that doesn’t run!
Managers, deadlines, clients
Breathing down my neck
We have a plan, don’t you know
Yeah I know, and I have code that doesn’t run!
What to do, what to do?
Calm down, breathe, make some tea
I have no time to sleep
Until finally
Sweet finally
After days and nights
Tears and strife
A few changes here and there
And we have success!
Oh sweet code, alive
I have a result!
Tears of joy, fall to my knees
Highs and lows
Moods and swings
Roller coaster work
Roller coaster life
Glitter and gold
Reflect the season once more
Of joy and delight
Goodwill to man
Happy Holidays!
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