Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #poetry #etheree

This is Anita’s contribution to:  https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/11/13/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-110-pleasnt-read-synonymsonly/

I find these so hard to do, but Anita has no problem!

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Let

It be

Know I am

Too amazing

I can study hard

To write with knowledge found

I am told my words fit well

My stories are read the pages turned

Leave a review for today, one star

Or two will do to help me on my way

I need a break to make the top book shelf

Don’t doubt the words you wrote my teacher said

Be sure they mean what’s in your head

I know you have what it takes

Nice words I need to hear

Star in the making

Dad would be pleased

To see me

Reach the

top

Write

Review

Take it to

Fine lines written

Enjoyable times

Welcome knowledge today

Amazing story to write

It’s time to weave your magic spell

Time given to new flights of fancy

Make your words dance and sing on every page

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#Writephoto: Calm

https://scvincent.com/2018/11/08/thursday-photo-prompt-calm-writephoto/

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Happy Places

I live on a very busy street, we have traffic twenty-four seven.

However, I can close my eyes and within seconds, I am on top of Mount Snowden for the morning.

Later on, I will jump a cloud and sail past the moon, blowing kisses to my favourite orb. Then swim in the Milky Way on my way home. One last stop before work. I am off to the coral seas to swim with my favourite clownfish. They make me happy, therefore my mind is calm.

There are so many other doorways in my mind that I first learned to walk through while at school. The trick is choosing the right door for the moment. I have so many places where I can hide, if only for a few moments.

I know there must be many of you that do the same thing, especially when writing. The mind can take you to some strange places…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community: Mashed Potatoes #FlashFiction

This weeks 99 word challenge prompt is Mashed Potatoes…

 

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Mashed Potatoes

When I read these words this morning, I was taken back to my childhood, reading the Dandy comic. Desperate Dan with his huge plate of mashed potato with two large sausages sticking out, looking like a bull had landed there.

I have to tell you that no one does mash like Jaye does! The minute she begins peeling the spuds, I swear my kids pick up some strange signal. They come knocking from all over Hampshire, just popping in, big smiles on their faces. They know there’s mash on the go and they say it is just a coincidence…

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Dreaming…

 

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I have been told that thinking is a dangerous thing to do at my age.  It is possibly a dangerous thing to do at any age if you think about it, for who knows where it may lead?

I quite like thinking, and all the things that trigger it off. Like books and pictures for instance. What I could do with is some method of retaining said thoughts, as they usually evaporate like so much smoke, never to be seen again. I make notes on everything in a vain hope of remembering all the good stuff, and it works some of the time.

Then I am told ‘what do you expect, at your age?’

But this is the difficult part. My mind does not feel old, even though it seems to have more holes in it than my favourite cheese, and when I see or read something that stirs my imagination, I am back in my prime, having a sneaky feeling that this is not all there is for me.

Some of the time I must admit that I really don’t want any more, I am too tired to even consider the possibility. Then there are the other days– days when you forget just how old and how stiff you are. That you find it difficult just going to the shops and back.

Days when you choose to ignore the sands of time slipping through your fingers and find yourself considering the most amazing possibilities.

Of course, this may be what happens as you approach old age. I don’t know, I have no experience or knowledge of it, not having done it before.

But if you can think, you can dream. And if you can dream I believe you can do anything… at any age!

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This post was written back in 2013, but it happens to sum up my thoughts at the moment.

I have been struggling to write my fourth book in my crime/mystery series, PayBack. Although I am three quarters finished, the sneaky feeling that there is something wrong just won’t go away.

It gets worse.

I have been waking up in the early hours, thinking about the story. This has been going on for weeks now and last night I dreamed about it. In the dream, my hero and my villain changed places for some reason.

I wanted to know about temporary and easily changeable hair colourants. None of this made any sense to me, all my book needed, I think, is a substantial edit to tighten up the plot. But it did get me thinking.

Could my choice of villain be all wrong? This could be why my hero was a bit lack lustre too. The whole premise could be askew. Anita and I had a brainstorming session to try to make sense of it all, and although we came up with some interesting ideas, they all involved major rewriting. No mean feat when you are 60.000 words in already.

I should be feeling devastated, and not sure why I’m not. The problem may or not be sorted, but whatever happens, it is doable. So that old post was right after all. If you can dream, you can do anything…

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#Wordle 376

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Journey

Sweet memories hidden from the light never grow, they do not age.

Not so sweet memories creep out from behind the cupboards, shake off the dust, to hurt you. They talk to you, reminding you of the pain and hurt that should have died long ago.

Journey through your mind can be a painful time.

Better to let your thoughts fly, sing a song that brings back happy thoughts.

Don’t let your mind yearn.  Put down that invisible stick you beat yourself with.

Don’t miss the promising times ahead, or strand your mind in yesterdays.

Don’t let your life become an island, let the great machine inside your head pitch new thoughts for the road ahead.

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Changes…

 

 

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                                   Would You Like a perfect life?

Who wouldn’t?

But could you describe in great detail the perfect life you would have if you could create it yourself?

First, you have to decide on the basics, the where what and when.  Then you will need to create a list to help you compare your life now with the one you want to create. List all the things/people/ scenarios that need changing and why.

Then make a list of what you would need to do to make it work. Then make another list detailing how nothing would change if you do nothing.

Do you believe in your dream and yourself enough to make it happen? Or do you intend to wait until everything looks easy?

Consider what would need to be done and if you could actually do it?

Do you trust yourself enough to make these judgements?

Do you find yourself making bargains with yourself – If I can do this, then that is possible?

Once you know, really know what you want to do, are you brave enough to do it? Or will it be a daydream, a constant torment of what you cannot have?

How do you get past the lifelong notion that good things only ever happen to other people? Have always happened to other people, like in the movies?

How do you get around the idea that you are too old to entertain any of this? Simply writing things down does not make things happen or fears go away.  Does it?  No, it does not.

If what you want to do or change is so huge, can you test yourself and the theory with a smaller goal? What else do you want or need, or is this just another stalling mechanism?

Maybe you should focus on something beyond your capabilities. (stretch yourself.)

This is something I do all the time.  I never think ‘I can’t do that’. Being a bit of a crafts person, I look at something I like, usually expensive or unattainable and think, ‘can I make one of those? and I have a go.

You know, most of the time what I come up with is good, even if I do say so myself.  Maybe I was a forger or counterfeiter in a former life.  I think the moral is that you have to try, as you don’t know what will happen. (and it can be a lot of fun!)

                                         

My Not So Perfect Life

Throughout my life, disasters of one kind or another have befallen me, both before I was old enough to do something about them and afterwards.

I never made lists of the things I wanted to change, of all the things, people, events that were wrong in my life.

No, I just got on with life (such as it was) and soldiered on, changing what bits I could and keeping my mind on everything else that I wanted to be different.

Some things I have never been able to change, and it has not been for the want of trying! But my mind never lets go of the idea of my perfect life. My Shangri-La.

Again, nothing changes. Same old hopes, dreams, and frustrations.

I know what I want, but something stops me from doing anything about it. So what the hell is it?

I have always resisted new things, but usually, have the courage to do what is necessary. But this time, what I want is seems selfish and will upset a lot of people.

Is it worth it?

Will I regret it?

Do I still want to do it anyway?

We have to stop putting up with things, out of duty, guilt, pity- or simply the dislike of change.

We have to recognise what we no longer need. They say if you haven’t used something for a year, you no longer need it, so throw it away. (and that can apply to anything)

Start with little things and build up to the big stuff. Somewhere along the way, you will get braver. (Hopefully)

Mark bad days on the calendar and at the end of the month count them. Were there more bad days than good? If there is, something needs to be done and soon.

There are more bad days than I would like on my own calendar, but not as many as there once were. For not only have I changed a lot over the last few years, but my acceptance levels are also different too. I no longer yearn for what is obviously impractical and that has a lot to do with my advancing years. They say that youth is wasted on the young and I guess that’s right. I sure as hell wasted a lot of mine, but what is done takes a lot of undoing…

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#Flash Fiction Challenge for the Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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River

This river of lights, each one a wish

Hope to pin your dreams upon

A prayer to Lakshmi to chase away the darkness

To turn your demons into dust

A river of starlight echoing the world above

Each light a prayer to the ghosts of old Gods

In the heart of the people

India, a place of colour

Smiles light the faces of people passing by

Hope lives here

The old Gods love them for it

Each light above, connected to the ones below

To the dreamers who believe Lakshmi will come calling

To greet each wish made tonight…

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