Category: #dreaming
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Through the Mist… #Poetry
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Fresh from Anita’s writing pad, a poem for the good old days… original Image by Karl Egger from Pixabay Not a good day today, unless you’re a duck! It is raining and will continue for three days. Luckily, I managed to paint more of that wall and another set of shelves yesterday. Then, after hearing about the oncoming…
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Reliving a Perfect Moment… #Memories
…Tomorrow, I have been promised a visit to the sea. This may not mean much to you, but it is monumental for me. I need regular sea fixes to keep my sanity and soul intact, and for many reasons, I haven’t had one this year. I have been remembering another time like this… After a…
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Through the Mirror… #Poetry
I am walking through the mirror The silver shine tugging at my back The box in my hand, with its illuminated content becomes a scream so cold it breaks my heart In this space, someone is trapped I cannot reach that far Are they lost in darkness forever before I can find out? The mirror…
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Old Age, old house, old memories…
I have noticed lately that our house is starting to look rather shabby. The paintwork looks dull, and the walls have seen better days. As for the grubby ceilings, well, it makes me giddy even thinking about trying to paint them, now I’m an old lady! I remember the good old days when climbing up…
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Time for Another Storm?
I am really happy to report that my computer malfunction yesterday was simply a blown fuse. After I crawled under my desk, (and found the right plug) everything was back to normal in seconds! Which is more than I can say for the weather. Yesterday was torture, as the temperature broke all records here in…
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Trapped… #Poetry
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Image by Websi from Pixabay Time trapped in a raindropThe watchmaker said it was beyond priceMore precious than silver, gold, diamonds?It has been here from the beginningHis wish was to take charge of itHe did all he could in his experimentsTo outsiders, it looked daft, a waste of timeThe watchmaker replied, time trapped thereone drop could unleash a…
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Whimsical Moment… #Poetry #Wordle 657
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Image by Merlin Lightpainting from Pixabay During my whimsical moment I grant myself all sorts of fantasies. Could I write songs from a pop star? Write poetry to knock your socks off? If it wasn’t for the clicking at the back of my mind A warning, a storm is on its way. The thought of something wonderful keeps…