#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 33

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“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen…”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

I have a pretty big bone to pick with Mr Emerson, for in my experience, he had it backwards. Just try to make a decision and see what happens.

The minute you do, unseen forces start to work to make bloody sure it won’t happen, and it seems to have all the resources in the world at its disposal.

This year, it has been one thing after another to slow down our working progress and my current WIP, PayBack has taken several ages to finish.

Most of it was to be expected to be fair, what with various age-related ailments and the eyesight falling to record levels. Then the extended period of surgery, first one eye and then the other. Throw in a cartload of family problems and the result isn’t pretty. If I could see where I was going, I might start running!

I have been blessed cursed with more than my share of patience, so I have weathered each obstacle and handled it to the best of my ability, but it has left its mark. I am so tired of never getting where I want to be. Of constantly fighting that small voice in my head that tells me to give up and forget about everything, to go and sit in the garden.

Well, that idea is very tempting and if it stopped raining for a while, I probably would. I have been known to sit out there, rain and all, but I can’t get my freshly hacked eye wet, so not this time.

Speaking of the latest eye surgery. After the first time. I thought I was prepared for the ordeal. It isn’t a pleasant procedure and left me giddy and feeling very sick last time, but it didn’t hurt at all and the improvement in that eye was almost immediate.

This time it hurt. It felt as though he was gouging my eye out with a spoon and several times, I nearly signalled him to stop as I feared it would get worse, but he managed to finish without me screaming the place down. Like last time, I was giddy and nauseous, but also very upset. He never apologised for hurting me, or asked if I was all right, just disappeared, leaving the nurses to take care of me. They were wonderful, and after a lovely cup of coffee and ginger biscuits, I felt better. The eye was aching, and this would continue for several days.

Two days on, and the ache is fading. I am a little disappointed with the result so far, compared to the first eye. The sepia effect has gone but the lens glare is worse this time. The first eye manages without glasses now, but the vision in the second eye is still blurred.

(They don’t tell you about the lens glare, and it was disturbing until I discovered what it was. My first thought was that the new lens was loose and/or trying to come out, but I was seeing the edge of the lens catching the light. This fades as the lens beds itself in its new home and the edge of the scar heals over…)

I am not allowed to do much for a while, bending, lifting, wash my hair etc… so I thought I could get cracking on the preparation for the book launch. A golden opportunity to sit at my computer all day, or so I thought. But the eyes get very tired, so not getting as much done as I thought.

Hopefully, all of this will pass and the sooner the better…

 

(Thank you for all your kind thoughts and for listening!)

 

 

 

Haunted…

 

 

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I touched the sky and found it haunted

A million souls held my hand

My mind raced through their lifetimes

The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds

The minds of great philosophers

When I retract my hand

Will my mind retain their thoughts?

There is one above all that haunts me

Da Vinci, pleading for more life

I have more to give

His words echo in my heart

I wanted to tell him that life

Is right there waiting

to bite you in the arse

Like a junk yard dog…

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I should have stayed in bed…

 

 

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There are times when I know the universe is dead set against me.

It’s a sunny day until I step outside. There’s a sudden downpour.

When a dog leaves a parcel that’s not picked up by its owner

I will be the one to slip on it

If someone walks toward me, I sidestep, they do the same.

It’s like crashing into a mirror with a strange face looking at you

If a carrier bag load of shopping has a dodgy handle, its mine

So, it’s scrambled eggs tonight

I wish the universe had told me to stay in bed…

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Colleen’sWeekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly

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Black

Lightning

Hides behind

Murky misty

Dark storm clouds growing

Hiding like an evil twin

A powerful force throwing

Anti-matter out into space

A black shroud put the world in mourning

Clouds bubbled boiled caught in a cauldron

Bright luminous skies return new-born days

Kissed by mornings long shining fingers

Hope carried in by sweet birds’ song

ideas grow from summer sun

written under blue skies

red sails on clear seas

gold days that last

friends that stay

through days

past

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Life… #Poetry

 

 

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Life

One by one my days grow old.

Their faded edges curl

Like an old discarded paperback.

Words fall like scrambled eggs

From the pages

Their meaning lost in dust

Would that I could rewrite one day

The first time you looked at me

When I knew love

to be more than a fairy tale

A lifetime cannot be called back

Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes

There is but one true love

I will be with you soon

To sing of us under new dancing stars…

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

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Trapped

For thirty-two years

My face trapped inside an iron mask

Royal treatment gives no comfort

As guards bow on entering my cell

Yet they make no attempt

to rescue me from this torment

my face, long forgotten

yet my mind never ceases to work

remembering each moment

where I am meant to be

who I was born to be?

I pray for my memory to fade

That darkness never comes

It is the face of my brother

That keeps memory alive

At night my thoughts grow dark

I have killed him, torn his body apart

in thousand different ways

Would you not want to do the same?

Trapped as I am?

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Streets Ahead Book Promotion for Dorinda Duclos #Poetry @DorindaDuclos

This weeks promotion over on MeWe.com  with Streets Ahead Book Promotion is for Dorinda Duclos. If you enjoy reading poetry as much we do, you will love this new collection!

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In ‘A Journey of Life through Poetry’, Dorinda invites you to join her, as the wonder and awe of the Earth inspires her, bringing her visions to you through her poetry. Experience the setting sun, share in the challenges and victories of life, await the new day, and find yourself lost in the lush forest trees, as you join her on her journey, through Passages and Paths.

 

 

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Enchanting Poetry which transports the reader into a magical world

Time… #Poetry

 

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Time

I will meet you by the bridge

On the other side of time

The space between the stars

Holds the story of us

Our thoughts echo through the universe

Do we create new pathways?

Trying to catch the seven souls that belong to us

We need find only one

That creates new life

Finding the eight soul can take many lifetimes

As it was with Buddha, Krishna, Christ

It seems to me that the eight

must contain all seven souls

The body, the breath of life,

the astral body, plus so much more

The first three are said to be eternal

Therefore, they must contain

the essence of all souls

The memory, the shadow of our other lives

I believe this triple soul we carry

is the reason I know I will meet you

by the bridge of all knowledge of Divine Law

I will give up my eternal soul

To live one moment beside you

To feel your heartbeat one last time

I would spend eternity in hell

I pray it will not come to this

That we will find what we are looking for…

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