just breathe
no reason
some mistake
no turning back, just go
don’t be glued to what we do
life’s full of ups and downs
just breathe
finding peace
remain as one piece
it’s inside us
key is being free
no pressure
normal to err
I
am me
all alone
the water flows
walking in the woods
doing things on my own
traversing life as it goes
discovering what it can bring
with problems and challenges ahead
I am in control of my destiny*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with the blog, Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!
Once a year we drive to Britain. We usually stay the night in Maastricht and then carry on driving to Calais, take the tunnel to Dover and drive to the Midlands. HRH the son and his beautiful bride meet us and they also visit Granny and Grandad for the week. It’s also an opportunity for me to visit my brother and family. On the way to Britain, our car is full of our suitcase, some beers from Bavaria as we have the best beers, as well as boxes of wines and Sekt, as they are cheaper and we’ve got a better selection of wines. On the way back, we have to fill the car with Him Indoors’ British supplies, as I call them – HP sauce, Worchester sauce, cheddar cheese, salt and vinegar crisps, malt vinegar, Branston pickles, Patak’s curry pastes, ginger snaps, teas, boxes and boxes of black tea, etc. He made shelves in the cellar and we usually fill them up when we come back from our drive to Britain. Him Indoors and his supplies – love him and them!
A post in the style of a favourite author/blogger or photographer.
A Fairy Song
by William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
I am here, you are there
Miles apart, half of the world
We have to cross the seas and lands
We have to endure the storms coming
You are there, so far away, unreachable
I say this, you say that, misunderstanding
Hard to communicate, different opinions
Upsetting one another even not intentionally
Causing pain in the heart and soul, shattering
Over the mountains, through seven seas
Enduring the pain, winter, spring, autumn
Summer comes, is there a flicker of hope?
Can we overcome the hurdles, the storm?
I don’t know, I really don’t know
Just had our chicken and mushroom pie and that was lovely. Him Indoors went upstairs to watch Big Bang Theory and I went to the study to finish a poem that I was working on before dinner. After that, I went upstairs to watch telly with Him. I took the large throw blanket from the couch and made myself cosy and warm. The reclining armchair was really comfortable. Him Indoors was lying down the other couch. We shared a nice bottle of Chablis while watching Sheldon and his mates. I’ve seen that episode, so I wasn’t really concentrating. My eyes wandered around the room and I noticed a small decorative box which I’ve done in one of the hundred courses that I took. It was a paper mache one with colourful flowers. Some board games we played when the son was here were still on the table, the Monopoly money still stacked. I also found a packet of seeds which Him ordered for next year’s planting. I guess more chillies, the hotter the better for Him. After some time, I needed the car muffler as I couldn’t hear what Sheldon and Leonard were saying anymore. Him Indoors was snoring away, typical at this time of the night, so I came prepared. The emotion that night? Cosy, typical night in our house and feeling warm.
She was groping for the words which would express what she thought. She closed her eyes, hazel in colour and thought of him. Ah, memories like some classical texts were adapted for apothegms and imagery. They used to walk along the Champs-Elysees, his arm draped around her shoulders as she sidled up to him. The prism of the Louvre made her thought of their arguments and at the same time the potency of their affair. Like leopards in the cage, they’ve got to be released. It was getting too complicated, thus, a mutual decision to end the affair that was.
When the food came and it wasn’t tasty
When I like that dress but it was too big
When I said something and you didn’t agree
When I love that song but you didn’t dig
When I like that dress but it was too big
I wanted to go for a walk but it rained
When I love that song but you didn’t dig
I wanted to do that but you were drained
I wanted to go for a walk but it rained
I wanted to skype you but you weren’t there
I wanted to do that but you were drained
That one day you’d leave me and I’m scared
I wanted to skype you but you weren’t there
When I said something and you didn’t agree
That one day you’d leave me and I’m scared
When the food came and it wasn’t tasty*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.
The design is simple:
Line 1 Line 2 Line 3 Line 4
Line 5 (repeat of line 2) Line 6 Line 7 (repeat of line 4) Line 8
Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanzathen repeats the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.
Last stanza:
Line 2 of previous stanza Line 3 of first stanza Line 4 of previous stanza Line 1 of first stanza
razzle-dazzle me, full of fun
energy – tons
such a delight
everything’s bright
indeed, life’s full of razzmatazz
all that is jazz
with pizzazz, too
and zest for shoes
come one, come all and join us here
got wine and beer
dancing all night
oh what a sight!*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff