Hello to all of my blogging, Facebook and Twitter friends. I am appealing to you for a bit of help. I have started a new blog for Shamrock Lodge (my new job) and would love and appreciate it if you could check it out and follow if you could. The more exposure we get, the longer I get to keep my job. 😉
Here is a picture of where I get to go every day to work, and below is the link to the new blog site.
Remember me on Valentines,
the day our two hearts met.
Souls collided, fate stepped in,
serendipity paid its debt.
Remember me at Halloween,
the night I loved the most.
Throwing your Dracula cape aside,
on bended knee, you proposed.
Keep me in mind on Christmas Eve,
while you watch the fire in the hearth.
Feel my spirit staying close,
Afraid of leaving the Earth.
For I will remember you all those days,
And every one in between.
The hardest part of loving you now,
is knowing I’ll never be seen.
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Written for the Trifecta Weekly Challenge: Today is also Remembrance Day, celebrated around the world to honour those who have died in the line of duty for their nations. With our birthday and that in
mind, this week’s prompt came easily. Please pay attention to the THIRD definition and happy writing!
1 : to bring to mind or think of
again <remembers the old days>
2 : archaic
a : BETHINK
b : REMIND
3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration <remembers
friends at Christmas>
b : REWARD <was remembered in the will>
4 : to retain in the memory <remember the facts until the test is over>
5 : to convey greetings from <remember me to her>
Remember:
• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated
above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments
section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
I’m not sure why this particular string of words entered my head. The story seems a bit dark. This post is in response to Word Cloud Wednesday on We poets Show it. The post should be written with only the words in the cloud.
Friends knew. Nannie guessed. Mama talked.
Poor kid – dumped, barefoot,
hands holding little, began tired wander.
“Lightning” later sprinkles farmhouse.
Fireflies. Memorable time,
memorable conversations melting.
Black.
Friends open arms, holding magic – new house, new mama, new daddy.
Last night I had a nightmare. I have no recollection of the horror at all but I awoke in the wee hours of the morning and I was sobbing, full on heaving sobs, and tears were streaming down my face. I can honestly say I’m relieved that I don’t remember the theme of the night terror that I survived. Naturally, it got me thinking about nightmares and why they occur.
Nightmares are simply a combination of our history of events and many of those nightmares are caused by the stress of those same calamities. Whether we realize it or not, we may be dealing with some issues that take hold of our subconscious and wreak havoc in our dream world. We may not even comprehend that we are holding onto so much of what happened in our day, or our week, but it builds up like a brick wall that crumbles in our sleep and the shrapnel plummets into our waking moments.
Stress is fickle creature. It can inhabit our daily life as much as it creeps into the blissful hours that should be our time to recharge. When I went to bed, I carried with me each particle of energy-draining angst that I had accumulated throughout my day and the stress of what has been happening with my home. Nightmares and dreams paint a picture of what is happening in our life. Whether that portrait is drenched in vibrant colors or tarnished with mottled shades of black and grey, the visions in our sleep depict our mood and illustrate the tension we are storing in your body.
I am in awe of the seemingly limitless catastrophes that a human body can endure and process. Any type of mental anguish it represses during the day will certainly appear in our unconscious state giving us signs that we are walking on a ledge.
We need to find a way to clear our negative energy before the weight of our day begins to pull down the blankets of our eyelids. We will at least have a fighting chance of supplying the artist in our sleep with a pallet of spirited rich colors instead of the monochromatic, threatening spatters of charcoal and black. If we can free our head of that ticking time bomb called stress, we can reclaim our restful night of unadulterated sleep.
Another fun challenge at We poets show it – If you want to take the WordCloud Challenge – use only the words in the WordCloud Picture to create your masterpiece. Post your work either as a comment or if you write it on your blog feel free to post the link as a comment.
Cherish Love
Painful past moments hold time,
loosely script tomorrow, uncertain.
Colorful future dreams includes hues,
decorated, knowing love.
Cherish tomorrow,
hold dreams knowing tomorrow includes painful moments,
includes uncertain future, includes love.
Ponder dreams,
soul knowing script.
Cherish tomorrow.
Cherish love.
Orbs of white light,
phantom spirits circling,
lingering, clinging to a life they once knew,
a life they chose not to leave.
The pull of emotion, of attachment,
keeps them here in physical world
longing to prove they still exist.
They travel with us through darkness,
longing to reach out, to touch flesh.
They reside with us in sleep.
They hover, watching us during our slumber.
They bathe in the light of our life force,
pausing in the shadows,
unseen by the human eye.
They reveal themselves in pictures,
longing for us to feel their presence
and know that they are still with us.
They cloak us in comfort,
their love too strong to let us go,
too strong to pass fully to the other side.
~
(image credit: greatdreams.com)
Written for the Trifecta Challenge: Now, onto this week’s prompt. We’re still not totally spooked out by you guys yet and we’re a little way from Halloween proper so get your ghoul glad rags on again this week. If there’s anyone who puts the ghoul in ghoulish, it’s you lot. Have fun and, as always, make sure you use the THIRD definition. This week we are back to entries of 33-333 words.
PHANTOM (noun) 1 a : something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence : APPARITION b : something elusive or visionary c : an object of continual dread or abhorrence 2 : something existing in appearance only
3 : a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.QecVLKnT.dpuf
My fingers hover over the keyboard. I can’t remember why. I look at unfamiliar walls. If I was meant to type my name they will be sorely disappointed. I don’t know that either.
~
Written for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge – I am terrified of losing the ability to coax words and memories from my brain. Alzheimer’s Disease scares me to death.
(On now to our quick little Trifextra prompt. Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more
things can scare you.” We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares
you (or your character). We already know you’re intelligent, so, according to
Paterson, you should have no shortage of potential subject matter.)
(image credit: wiserusability.com)
It is the first day of the month and, like every beginning of the month, the first words uttered in my waking moments were “white rabbit, white rabbit, white rabbit”. I’m certainly not a superstitious person but this string of language is a long-standing family tradition. My great cousin Agnes, a delightful lady with a thick Scottish brogue, introduced me to this tradition when I was still in single digits. She was in her 80’s and she will be an influence in my life that I will never forget.
The idiom is meant to bring luck for the remaining days of the month but reciting that phrase gives me pause to remember cousin Agnes and the other family members and friends who are no longer with me. When my dad was still with us, my phone would ring in the wee hours on the first of the month and, before even saying hello, we would say our white rabbits on the phone together. Call display eventually helped to avoid the confusion of people on the other end of the phone if they happened to call before my dad. He was a very early riser and, as unlikely as that was, it happened once or twice and left a few bewildered callers wondering why I was shouting about albino bunnies.
Those simple words this morning were more important because today would have been my dad’s 77th birthday. Saying those words on the first of this month was like my phone call to Heaven and I could hear his voice in my head saying them back to me at the same time. Though the distance that separates us is immeasurable, he is still never far from my heart.
In those brief moments when darkness still envelops the morning I find a sense of peace in those words. Those two words, repeated three times in the haze of my waking moments, weave new threads into the blanket of my history. That phrase warms my heart with memories of people and places that have been etched into my past. That simple string of words uttered three times in a row will be with me paving the way into my future.
May the next thirty-one days be filled with good things for all of us.
Happy birthday Dad. xo
Yesterday was my first day off in a couple of weeks. My house is covered in dog hair, my laundry is slowly crawling across my bedroom floor looking for a means of escape and the collection dirty dishes is beginning to outweigh the number of clean dishes, but yesterday I didn’t care.
Being able to leave those chores behind is something I am unaccustomed to – I like having a clean, orderly house and it bothers me when things go unattended. After having worked a copious amount of hours over the last two weeks I wanted nothing more than to restore some order under my roof, but that didn’t happen.
I hit the driving range in the morning and soaked up some sunshine in the process. And then something even better happened. I was invited out for a boat ride, something I haven’t done in over a decade even though my town is surrounded by three lakes! It was glorious and possibly the best thing about being in the open air and catching some more rays is the fact that I didn’t let my mind become consumed by thoughts of the jobs that were waiting for me at home.
The boat ride was fantastic. We cruised around the lake, had a few cocktails (if the police are reading this, they were actually Ginger Ale) and pushed the throttle forward to make the last few minutes of the ride home a little quicker. I was like a dog holding its head out the car window, minus the tongue hanging out. My feet were firmly planted on the floor, two hands clutching the windshield and air rushing towards my face at great speed.
The boat ride turned into a great dinner with lots of laughs and when I returned home I didn’t even notice the dishes that await my attention. Instead of being lost in mundane tasks, I allowed myself the opportunity to seize the day, to make great memories and enjoy life rather than letting my life control me.
Today I am playing my first round of golf in two years. The dishes will still be here when I return and the laundry will continue to tie itself together to create an escape ladder, but I have given myself the nod of approval to seize yet another day. I’m going to add a little more life to my life and enjoy every minute of it. Perhaps the dish fairy will arrive in the interim and surprise me with clean dishes but even if they are still in the same place on the counter, I don’t care. This day is mine!
Carpe diem – seize the day!!
“Leave your message after the beep.”
*Beep*
“We never get to say goodbye. You still come to see me every now and then. It warms my heart that our friendship will never end.”
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Written for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge. My friend passed away suddenly, but I know she is still with me.
This weekend’s Trifextra comes to us courtesy of MOV, who often emails us with suggestions for site improvement or potential prompts. Most recently, she told us about Travel and Leisure magazine’s “Super Short Travel Stories” competition, thinking that we could recreate the same challenge on our site. We love the idea, but borrowing it outright feels a bit shady, so we’re going to add our own twist to it. This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story. We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose.
polysyllabic profundities 