Remember When The Angels Sing?

PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

Remember when the angels sing?
And we pause to listen?
When we smell the flowers?
And look forward to spring?
When we gasp for air after running a mile?
When we free the birds from some nasty snares?
And we tried to have a healthy lifestyle?
And we kissed not minding the stares?

On this cold day, I reminisce them all
Gone were those days since you left
Days seem to be dark and with rainfall
Some men were convicted of theft
I’ve dialled down all my expectation
I was at a loss for words
The whole world seems to be blacken
I headed back homewards


For: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff and Wordle 232 by Brenda Warren


The Chateau

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr

The first time we had a peek on the chateau, we fell in love with it. OK, it required a lot of renovation but we didn’t mind that. The floorboard can be stripped, sanded and polished, the windows can be double-glazed and the roof tiles can be changed. We can remodel the garden and create a new parking space. It would be a labour of love for our retirement. We’ve always wanted to retire to the country and this could be ideal. We have a meeting with the owner next week and hopefully they accept our offer.

20160127: day 27

Happy 2016!! Ready to commit to three-words-a-day for a year


* Check out about 3 words, the first posting, for what to do. choose three out of five.

For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and 3 words – 20160127: day 27

My Old Piano

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Knots” by Joseph Stroud: trying, shoes, logic, fumbling, stands, anger, trembling, memory, father, knot, tight, untie

I felt a tight knot in my stomach as I came in the house. In the middle of the room stood my old piano. With fumbling fingers I slowly played it, trying not to cry. Memories came plunging in, my friends staying overnight and my mother fussing on us. Or when I couldn’t tie or untie my shoelaces and my father urged me that there was a logic to it. My mother bought me a pair of shoes with Velcro on them. I was angry at first, and with trembling fingers, I was able to tie them. I was proud!


For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and Whirligig 42 by Magical Mystical Teacher


Will You Still Love Me?


Around the neighbourhood, some enticing cooking smells wafted on the evening breeze. He puts his arm on her and smiled. They walked quietly with a stagger. The best time of the day for them, when they talked about their daily activities, their work, plans for the holidays and their children’s antics. Now they talked about the good times and the bad times, the experience they shared, memories through the years. Sometimes, they just walked in silence, appreciating what they had. Tomorrow is their golden wedding anniversary and the children and grandchildren will all come to celebrate with them. Here’s to both of them, cheers!

For: Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff

Just Jot It January 6th – Cloud

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

Oh to be in love is like being on cloud nine
Butterflies and bees and always in sunshine
And the clouds, sometimes like cotton candy
There are no you and I, we’re always a we

You were gone one day and my world fell apart
I cried and my heart was shattered on your depart
What happened to the promises you made?
Will you just ignore them and make me dismayed?

From cotton clouds, days become dark and cloudy
From waiting for you, or hoping, I become angry
I deserve better, perhaps you were not worth it
I know, one day I’ll be able to find my own sunlit

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For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff and Just Jot It January 6th – Cloud. .
Also for: Skywatch Friday – 7 January 2016 Edition


A Furtive Affair

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

It was a clandestine affair and they agreed to meet on one of the private reserves for wildlife habitat. There was an unused shed which they could spend an afternoon of passion. They entered the shed but there was an unnerving atmosphere to it. It was dark and humid. She was frightened and hesitated to enter. Then, they stepped on something. She shouted. It was a body wrapped in a blanket. Someone must have left it there. They called the police and told them about the body. And since this meeting was supposed to be furtive, they made their separate ways.

For: Friday Fictioneers Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff

Country Living

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

At our present state, we can start writing our plans. All our lives we’ve been juggling work in the city, raising a son and now that he has left, we can think of moving. This move is a first step towards facilitating the process of an early retirement. Oh how we will embrace living in the country – the easy pace of life, fresh eggs and milk from the nearby farm, a walk up the cliff for some communing with nature – these thoughts have sustained us throughout the years. As long as we can send for necessary supplies, we don’t mind being stranded there.

by brenda warren

For: Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers and Wordle 145 by Brenda Warren

Happy Anniversary with!


It’s been a year since I started blogging
Happy first year anniversary!!! hip hip hurray!
Time flies when you’re having fun, right?
And I’m having the time of my life
I started with an article which was part
of one of our online courses – Academic Writing
and after a year with 1,216 articles published
389 followers and 19,616 hits – I’m so happy!
Here’s to all of you in the blogosphere – cheers!

Here are some of my favourite blogs:
LOVE – Writing Prompt #99
a butterfly flies
Ode to Jessamine
Pleased to Meet You Neighbour – Not!
Daily Life in Munich
“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Grandparents

All The Way – Friday Fictioneers and Wordle 176

Wordle 176 – serve, collaborate, contact, isten, chat, compromising, state, time, care, community, decades, concerns


We’ve got to collaborate to serve and care for the community.
There’s no need to compromise for their concerns.
It’s also our concern. Look at the present state – not a good sight.
Let’s now forget decades of inaction and stop blaming everyone.
Let’s forgive ourselves and move on. It’s time for action.
It’s time to listen, chat and contact them.
Time to cooperate and pull our resources together.
Prioritise and organise. Help our community all the way.
If not now, when? Let’s be proud of our community!

The Chandelier – Friday Fictioneers


By the light of the silvery moon
I sing my heart to you, my dear
I don’t just sing, I swoon and croon
As I look at the lovely chandelier

I wait here at the lobby, by the chandelier
Until dawn, when Mother Nature smiles
You’re worth a million times, with a cheer
Pursuing your affection and smile

Melody from the heart, eloquence so soft
I seek the haze of my soul and affection
Ah, there you are, as my hat was doffed
Such loving bliss, as I put in your caption