A Seaman’s Journey

the-boat-and-miss-libertyPHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Hard is the journey of a seaman
Staying on his ship in his cabin
Not seeing land on months on end
Working on holiday or the weekend
Not seeing children as they grow
As long as he keeps sending dough
Not being there on every occasion
His responsibilities, his last bastion
Even though his heart is breaking
Cheers himself up by singing
Life is tough to pursue his dreams
Keeps himself sane by his daydreams
His voyage far and wide around the world
As long as he doesn’t go to the underworld
So many places to an arduous travel end
Leaving behind loved ones and all friends
He yearns for the anchor to bring him home
Enough roaming, just bring him to his home

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


What do you mean out?

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

“I think we’re lost!” my sister being cross with me for venturing out on our own. We were offered a ride by one of our friends, but I said no. We’ve been walking through this village, admiring their plants and stalks, turning right, left, in that order, like in a maze. At the end of the street, a lady was watering her plants and we asked her how to get out of here. She just looked on the ground, a bit puzzled and said, “what do you mean out, you could only stay here” and she returned to her gardening.


For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Wordle 255 Jul 3 by Brenda Warren


I’m Alright

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The storm came in the middle of the night
Lightning and thunder gave me such a fright
I thought I was brave to stay but not quite
I could have relied on you as my knight
You’ve let me down and I was ever white
I couldn’t keep myself warm in my plight
Windows are all covered with ice in spite
Forming lacy patterns in morning light
And I keep telling myself I’m alright

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

On Parting Ways

copyright-Rich Voza

“This is the end” That song. Gone from his life, gone from his dreams, gone from his memories. There were good times and bad times, but they carried on, tried to make it work. They promised to be there for each other, amidst the hindrance, amidst the frustration. But then how long can they keep it that way? How long can they handle the pain? How long can they live in lies? She remembered his smiles, his caring and his jokes. She also remembered that no matter what, he will never be hers, or her his. This is the end. (100 words)

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

The Show Must Go On


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from the notes on the poem “Waterfalls and Memory” by Elizabeth Crawford: flashes, moments, uneasy, recall, week, writing, altered, distorted, three, sister, years, came

It has been said that time makes flashes of memories distorted. It’s how we recall them and tried to alter them. Years before, the three of us, my brother, sister and I used to perform on stage. My sister and I danced while my brother played the piano. People came to see our performance, but it was hard work. Our parents made us do it, travelling from one town to another, week after week, not having our normal childhood. While I’m writing this, I’m worried that I might repeat what our parents did to us to my own kids.

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and Whirligig 63 by Magical Mystical Teacher



PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Waiting for something to happen
Don’t start the wheel of fortune
There must be something going on
The cheerleader girl is trying her baton
This way, wherever I go, I’m sure
To the beach in the blue azure
Something’s bound to happen
Majestic as the Grand Canyon
Just wait, meanwhile why not
Don’t give up and be distraught
Do something productive or fun
Play the lottery, you’ve just won
Waiting for something to come
Cherry blossoms, they’re awesome
I guess it won’t be too long to wait
Persevere, might even lose weight
Because you’re busy having a life
All the fun with nightlife

(c) ladylemmanila 2016

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

Finding Peace – #writephoto

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Is it wrong to search my soul?

So I know what indeed is my role

When I wonder deep down its meaning

And forgiveness I am begging

When I pushed the cobwebs of lies

And each one has his lows and highs

Is it wrong to find atonement?

When there was a creepy silent?

For all who I’ve offended

Out with the truth blurted

For all who are suffering

And the tension it brings

For all who are in pain

Like being in chains

What’s clear is I want peace

All misgivings to decrease

(c) ladyleemanila 2016



For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and Six for Wednesday – 1 Apr 6 by Brenda Warren . Also for: Thursday photo prompt – Tree #writephoto

The Interview

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Looking up at the massive edifice, my heart’s pounding. I can’t believe I’m on my second interview and it’s there on top of that skyscraper. Just to look up is overwhelming. The building is fascinating, built of glass, concrete and steel in the middle of the financial district. I can’t believe that I could be working there. Hopefully. How cool that would be. I guess I just have to fight this nervousness so no one suspects I’m afraid. I have to calm myself down, hold my head high, lift my chest up and take a deep breath. I’m now entering the building. Wish me luck.

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff


Kelly’s Project

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

Kelly kept tossing and turning in her sleep. The place was still vivid in her mind and she was thinking of some ways to help them. Her Mum took her to one of the trailer parks in the neighbourhood and she would not believe what she was seeing or smelling. The dirt, the stench all over and unused appliances just on the streets. There was even a toilet bowl there. Ah! she thought of a brilliant idea. So the next day she went back to the place and planted some flowers around. It was triumphantly accepted by the community.


For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and Writespiration #84 Just For Shits and Giggles by Sacha Black (words from “The Girl on the Train” – would, what, was, triumphantly)


I See You As You Drift

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C


I see you as you drift
In the light of the mist
If only the lake talks

The secret behind this
So I can be a part
I see you as you drift

I want to share with you
To be part of your world
In the light of the mist

And as you float away
Birds sing, trees sway, lake glides
If only the lake talks

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff