I have become aware lately that there are some problems that I may well not be able to put right. Blogging was my life almost, but I am realising that it may have to go because I am unable to make posts without mistakes in them, and I am unable to take part as fully as is necessary in the blogging community. I think I have said on my blog before now that when I started blogging, it was simply to have a platform for my poetry. It then evolved into something different. I began making other posts on various issues and some fun ones, and also some challenges. In all of this, I have realised that nowadays, I cannot meet the mark reqquired for a blogger.

I may make many mistakes in my posts on some occasions. That is something that I cannot put right. I always write my posts in an email as it is the only way that I can handle making posts. I send the email to WordPress. You have to get an email address first, in order to do this. If I make mistakes in the email, I don’t always know it. Even though I get voice over to read my post over again to me, I don’t always hear a mistake. Then, if mistakes appear in the post on my blog, I am totally unable to correct it myself. I need to ask my husband to do it for me. He, too, has problems with his eyesight and his hands, making typing difficult for him.

Given these difficulties and the requirement really to make posts that are decipherable, then I am thinking of giving up my blog. I am becoming rather tired of trying to be okay in my posts.

If I do give up, I will miss it very much indeed. As many of you know, I am totally blind, meaning that I have no sight whatsoever. Just complete darkness in front of my eyes. Added to that, I am bedridden now. I didn’t used to be bedridden, but I am now. I experience a lot of pain, but I do push on through that in order to do this blog.

I did find that at least I had some contact with the world outside my bedroom window via this blog, and it was absolutely essential to me to keep it going. I am becoming defeated now however. I see no one all week apart from our cleaners, who do not alwaays come up to my bedroom to see me. I phone no one and nor do I have anyone to phone me. I am trapped in this position, which is why blogging was important to me.

I am feeling that I need to give it up however, as my posts are becoming worse and worse.

As has been said the other day, I am about to publish a book with a self publishing company. The mistakes that I do make when typing will be edited by someone else whom I have paid to do it.

I am also considreing a second book, and have indeed already started it today. It will be a solitary thing however, which is not good, but if it has to be, it has to be.

I know that there are those who do come to my blog and who may wish me to carry on. I so appreciate you. If youwish to make any comment n this, please please do so. I will listen.

Thankyou to all my friends xx

With thanks to Fandango

Charles had always been tempted to do something every time he had to go and knock on the school staffroom door. The notice on the door said,

“Only knock on this door in cases of dire necessity.”

It was no good. One day it was very quiet with no one around, and Charles wrote on the end of the word “dire,” so that it now said,

“Only knock on this door in cases of direea necessity.”

Moments
Take on meanings
To human minds so small
The vastness of the Universe
Calls us
To leave
Our comfortable dwelling place
Launch out into the deep
And see with eyes
That pierce

Some things are unseen
But you know where they have been
And where they have gone

With thanks to Fandango

Maureen had always been a bit of an actress. Her father had produces shows, and she always had a part in them. Even as a little girl, she would have a part. Her greatest claim to fame was when she was a gnome, only she had to be an evil kind of a gnome. She had to practise her cackle until she got it just right for her father. He was a hard taskmaster, and he was not easily pleased. However, she always managed to meet his expectations.

She never entertained any real dreams of being an actress, but when she got to Secondary school, there was a drama group. They held auditions to join it. Maureen was a little bewildered by this. She thought of joining them, but they all seemed a bit highbrow. She had no desire to become an actress who took part in Shakespeare’s plays. No, she was quite happy to remain in her father’s shows. That was all the fame that she needed.

In
Lush green
The dew lies
As morning dawns
I bathe in the dew
My face turned to the sky
Waiting for the sun to come
My body aching for its warmth
I hear the sound of singing soothing
My pain and feel the joy of the new day dawning

Well, some of you may know that we lost our cleaner, Kate. She has been replaced by Marzina, who is good and knows a lot of things. Kate was quiet but Marzina is more forthright. She told us something that we suspected but weren’t sure just how prevalent it was.

Marzina backed up what our handyman’s wife had said, and that is that no Car Homes in our area are safe to be in. Both of them have had experience of them. Marzina told us never to go into one unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. We knew that anyway and had no plans to do anything like that. What Marzina told us made our hair curl. It was awful. So, after that, we decided to do some research into Homes here. We discovered that nearly all of them had had abuse and neglicence in them, plus things that were not legal and not safe. Also a man raped three residents in one of our best Car Homes and is now in prison for it.

Who would want to go into a Care Home with things like that going on?

The thoughts of Care Homes being in Special Measures just makes you cringe.

So, we have done our very best to keep going – and we DO. It isn’t easy and there are times when we get down, but it is imperative that we look after ouselves and are independent. In any case, for myself, I am far too lively to go into a place like that. Yet I think that there are people who thing it is where the more elderly amongst us should be.

All those people. I challeng to come to our hose and meet me. Lol. That would be funny. I am formidable ha ha.

But I must admit that getting cleaner etc is really really hard, and even just getting anyone to visit us is impossible. Most of those whom we knew died young, and others have moved away.as we have no family either, it is hard.

My blog keeps me going a lot, but with doing my book, I am at a stage when I can’t lose the time on my book to do nothing but my blog. My blog takes up so much time with being blind. Doing what one person would take ten minutes to do would take ne half an hour. So it is really really hard.

I do miss days on my blog, which I never used to do, and I want that to stop. I hope that I can give more time to it.

But that information that we got about Care Hmes the other day floored us. We knew it was bad, but not that bad. We are in shock.

I don’t know how many books I have with a bookmark in them. I have a terrible habit of starting a book and then looking at the references and wanting to read that particular book. My mind is so hungry and thirsty that I want to scoop things up as quickly as I can. It used to be really bad when I was doing my degrees as there are always so many references to other books. I had a lot of books at that time, and in fact I still do have most of them. I would get books out of the library, and keep on extending the time that I could have them. I just had so many. My rucksack that I took with me everywhere was absolutely full of books and I could never zip it up. The books were almost falling out of it. Not good for the back though lol.

I always had a habit of putting marks in the margins of books too. I did them in different colours so that ones that went together could all be referred to together.

Another thing that I did when I was much younger was to press flowers into my book as a memento. My now husband sent me flowers and I took some of them and dried them between the pages of a book. That is a completely different form of bookmark.

I don’t or didn’t often use a proper bookmark in the form of a piece of card. Those nice ones that you can get. They always fell out. I can’t use bookmarks now however as I am no blind but it is very frustrating not to be able to mak my Kindle books in any way.

Only
In the darkness
Can your true quest begin
Where nothingness evolves again
Seeing
Nothing
You see everything and know all
Nothing is all there is aint that something
My friend

Hold me warm my heart
In this world of nothingness
I see some green grass

Lay me down gently
In its soft green lushness take
Me as I am now

Give me your loving
As I remember times past
Bring me back to life

The light went out
And then the light went out
But never could The Light go
For always there is The Light
That shines on in the darkness
That the darkness cannot quench

Life passing by
Waving short goodbye
Mornings are dying

Light becomes dark
No stars shine
Fate calls me

Choice has gone
Let it flow
Into the night

With thanks to Fandango

The detective was sure the handwritten confession was fake. Now, all he had to do was prove it. D.I. Summers was good at his job. He had had a lot of experience and he always had gut feelings about things, and was usually proved right. Some of the other detectives were quite jealous of him, but they were nowhere up to his standard.

The murder had taken place at midday one Friday. A young woman was discovered in the graveyard just minutes after she had been brutally attacked. The people of the small market town wondered how on earth such a brutal attack could have happened in broad daylight on a busy market day. Lots of people took a short cut to the market through the graveyard.

D.I. Summers, good as he was, could not work it all out. The woman was taken to hospital but died there after a couple of days. So much of this case proved to be a total mystery. It was late one Wednesday afternoon, when D.I. Summers received a phone call. A husky man’s voice spoke, and said that a confession to the murder was on its way. D.I. Summers knew immediately that something was off, here. He was sure it was a man’s voice, but you could never quite tell these days. The call didn’t go on for long. The number calling was witheld.

The confession arrived, and it was obvious to D.I. Summers that the person who had written it was not very literate. What was more, the times written in the confession did not match up to the time of the attack on the woman. It was only out by a few minutes, but it was proof that the confession was false. Now, he had to deal with a joker who had sent the false confession. How o earth was he going to find him? Find him he must, however. He deserved all he would get once discovered. D.I. Summers stroked his moustache in anticipation of what would happen to the man, or possibly woman, once they were identified. He would do it though. He always did.

Stella had never been able to relate to the way of life that her brother lived. He was eleven years younger than her, and he had once told her that as a teenager he had made the decision that in his life he was going to make money. Money became the whole goal of his life. He was obsessed with it. In fact he was very successful at getting rich. He became a millionaire. Stella was, in his eyes, nothing at all. He looked down on her just as he did the rest of his family. He became a prominent business man in the town, and Stella just went on to live her life in her own quiet way.

One day, tragedy struck. Stella’s brother began to lose his health, and his business went downhill. Soon, he was in dire straits. Stella was told of this, and she immediately offered to help him. She could not help him with money, but she could help him by offering him kindness and caring. Many people told her how stupid she was. He had never cared for her, not even when she had had cancer. However, she could not stand by and see her brother in the hell that he was in. He was surprised by her reaction, and began to tell her how wrong he had been in the way he had lived his life. From that moment on the relationship was healed. Both went on to live to a great age, and they were the closest of friends.

Fred knew that it had to be done. It was something that he dreaded. He had avoided it fro as long as possible. Even as a kid he had hated it. In fact, that was where his fear had originated. The school dentist. Now, he was in his fifties, and he had not been to the dentist in a long time. However, his teeth were beginning to crumble, and the day was approaching when he simply had to do something about it.

He began to tremble when he thought about it. He had nightmares about it. He put off and put off making the appointment. Eventually, one day, he plucked up the courage. He made an appointment with the local dentist for two weeks hence. He thought about it all day long. He couldn’t sleep for thinking about it. The fear began to intensify the closer he got to the date of the appointment. Could he really go through with it?

The day of the appointment came. He got up, got dressed, shaking as he did so. He couldn’t cope with breakfast, so he skipped it. He had to drive into the main town for the appointment. He took his car keys, and walked to his car. He opened the car door and sat down in the driver’s seat and put his keys into the ignition. Nothing. Nada. He tried and he tried to start his car. There was no way in which this car was going to start that day. There were no buses into the town that would get him there in time. Fred heaved a sigh of releif. Saved again.

Coming and going
Both on the same corridor
Birthing and dying

In this sacred night
A world of wonder is born
In a child’s clear sight

Well, some of you may know the saga of our stair lift. It has been failing intermittently for many months now. Each time this happened it produced a fear reaction in us. We were in some impossible situations. Howver, yesterday a Director from the company came to repalir it himself. We had been told by the previous engineer plus one other, that the pins had broken on the stair lift and not nly that but they were broken off jagged. When the Director came yesterday he said that nothing at all was broken but it just needed re programming so that it made contact both upstairs and downstairs with the charging points.

He soon had it fixed and it is working perfectly now.

However, yesterday, just an hour or two before the man came, it failed badly and my husband was marooned upstairs. That was really frightening even though we knew a man was coming. We thought he would not be able to fix it, after what the previous engineer had said.

All of this made me very ill yeserday, though I did post on my blog. Today I have been unable to. Just too tired and feeling ill again. However, I wanted to make this post.

I do not know what has been happening to us just lately for it has been one frightening thing after another. Today my husband found that his car had been interfered with.

We are hoping for a peaceful spell now. For myself I need to rest and gain some strenth again.

Hope is really good and she makes our lives worhtwhile. She gets a lot of attention and love. She is a bit confused by all the people coming into the house though. Today it is really warm and she has loved going out onto the drive and lying there in the sun.

Hoping for a more peaceful day tomorrow. I might do some posts later today, but we will see.

Fragile
In a strong world
Where the fittest survive
I wonder what happened to love
Once I
Did love
The weaker members of our world
Now left alone to die
I fear for all
The weak

In summertime the sun is high
The days are long soft as a sigh
Flowers bloom in colours bright
Our hearts are warmed at such a sight

Swallows swoop and dive and fly
With young in nests for food they cry
Soon they leave the nest and try
Their wings at flying in sun’s light
In summertime

It was summer time. Not that you would know it however. I was driving my car when suddenly the most violent thunderstorm broke out. There was lightning all around me and rain coming down in sheets. I had planned to go to a little tea shop on the way home for some refreshment. I got to the tea shop and parked my car in one of the parking spaces in front of the shop. I turned my engine off and sat for a moment getting myself together. It was much more than showers that were coming down. Suddenly I realised that some lightning had struck the bonnet of my car. Phew. What would have happened if I had been standing right by my car at that moment? Thank goodness I was okay

Woof woof woof

I’ve got a new lead. I was being a nuisance and not coming in when Dad called me, not even for meaty chews or sizzlers. I just looked at Dad and refused to come in. Dad said I was naughty because he couldn’t get down onto the drive to get me back. So now he’s got a real long lead for me so that he can haul me in when he wants to. It’s not fair. Dad is rotten. Anyway, I’ve got my own back because I hid some plastic bottles in the rhodedendron bush. I like going under there because it’s cool. No one can get to my plastic bottles under there. It’s private to me.

Magda came yesterday, and she had had her car stolen so she wasn’t very happy, but I licked her behind her ears and she felt better. I think she likes being licked behind her ears and her bum being pushed. She gives me cheese anyway but Dad says I’ll get fat on cheese. But Magda still gives me it anyway.

It’s getting real warm outside now and I like sitting on the drive. Sometimes I can’t even be bothered to bark.

I think a man is coming to mend the stair lift today. Dad has been in a bad mood because it broke a few days before Easter but they wouldn’t come and mend it. Anyway, they are coming today to do it. Then later on today our new cleaner, Marzina is coming. She doesn’t come until five o’clock though and Dad doesn’t like it because he is starting to cook dinner then. Marzina has started coming to replace Kate. I liked Kate but she was a bit scared of me. I don’t know why. Marzina is scared of dogs too, so I have to go in the dining room. I don’t know why people are scared of dogs. I am mad at all those dogs that scare people of the rest of us. It’s nt fair on all us good dogs.

I had better go now because Dad has just got a Whoosh order from Tescos. I don’t think there is anything in it for me. I might get a bit of sandwixh later though.

I’d better shut up and let Dad get his Whoosh order into the fridge.

Bye bye for now. Will let you know about the stair lift man.

Woof woof woof

Joan and her daughter Tess took the overnight ferry to Rotterdam. They both loved going on the boat, and didn’t even mind stormy weather. They had been before, but this time they had decided to sort out their own accommodation instead of letting Tess’s Dutch friend do it for them. It was always exciting going to Rotterdam and then making their was to the beautiful city of Amsterdam.

Once in Amsterdam, they began looking for an hotel where they could stay. They found one and booked in and then went to explore Amsterdam. That night they returned to the hotel only to find that they had accidentally landed themselves in the red light district of the city. Alarmed, they didn’t quite know what to do. They didn’t want to be there with the sights and sounds going on all around them. However, they were forced to stay for that night.

In the morning, Joan range her son back in England, in distress, asking him if he could in some way get them back to England. They had no more money for a better hotel. Her son was irritated that they had arranged all this for themselves instead of doing it through a travel firm. However, he had a friend in Amsterdam called Case. He arranged for Case to find them and get them to the next overnight ferry and thence back to England.

“I’m on the case,” he said, laughing.

Joan and Tess eventually found themselves back in England but it was an experience that they never forgot.With thanks to Fandango

Robins
Sporting bright red
Amidst the grey of morning
Brightening the willow tree
With pride

I always remember my great grandmother and great grandfather’s parlour. I used to be taken to see them as a child, and was always fascinated by their house. It was, of course, very old fashioned, and was in a largish village. It was on a corner and a very prominent house. It had two staircases, on at either side of the living room, which absolutely fascinated yet bewildered me. One landed up on one bedroom, and one in another bedroom. At the back of the house downstairs was a parlour. I am not sure what went on in there, as I was always taken into the living room. However, I think that the parlour was once a shop. In the old days there was no shop in the village, and so they turned their parlour into one. It was possible to buy anything almost, from the shop. Including spare knicker elastic.

The house now is owned by someone else who renovated it and it is all mod cons now. It has lost all its atmosphere. But that is the way life goes. Sad but true.

With thanks to Fandango

Ted was always able to conjure up an excuse for everything. Losing his car in the multi storey car park. Being late for his wife’s special meal on their wedding anniversary. Losing his false teeth. Losing his mobile phone, probably down the toilet. The one thing that he could not conjure up an excuse for was when son number four arrived.

Returning to life
Through a crack in the darkness
Where did the sun go

Stillness on waking
Skies eerily silent
Earth holds breath

Early morning light
Pulls humanity again
Into the fight

Sleep in eyes
Body recalcitrant fear
Fills the morning

Sadje asks us about how we edit our posts

I write my posts in an email and then send them and they then appear on my blog. I make a lot of mistakes with being blind, and sometimes I ask my husband to edit them before I send them, but usually he isn’t in here where I am in bed. So if they are not too bad I send them anyway. I always know that soon hopefully he will come in here and will edit them actually in WordPress.

Sadly, sometimes I don’t notice mistakes. I can only hear them as I get voice over on my iPad to read them to me. I am unable to edit them myself as I can’t see where the cursor is to alter the wrong word. I don’t know how other blind people do it, but I have not yet found a way, but then I have had no one to teach me how to do such things as a blind person. I have gone by what I have managed to find out myself. So my anser is reather complicated lol

Terrible news. Magda, our cleaner and who has been a good friend to us and Hope as well, had her car stolen this morning. She was meant to be coming to us at one o’clock but she texted to say she had had her car stolen. From her own driveway. She had a new pair of glasses on the front seat for my husband. He broke them a while ago and had been managing just about with those ones that you can buy. She had taken his old ones into the shop to get them mended and theyb mended them yesterday and she paid for it. We were to give her the money back todaay. £40. So she is in a real pickle. She works so hard every single day, even weekends, and has lots of lovely clients. With us we are more friends now, than clients. No idea what she will do now. Awaiting more texts from her. They have reported it to the police.

She held
In her cold hands
The coin of life turning
It over and over sighing
Knowing
The truth
Was this the extent of its worth
Just the smallest of coins
But then she saw
Silver

Up and down we went that night
Never knowing where we were
The dark sky boasted twinkling stars
We thought we’d carch one as we rose
Then suddenly the earth was there
We thought we’d hit it as we swung
Close by we spied the plastic ducks
Yellow floating round and round
Candy floss pink and sticky too
Bumping cars and music playing
Coloured horses rose and fell
Going round so gracefully
That night the fair held so much joy
But now it’s gone ne’er to return

Thankyou Esther for this prompt

The Centre produced a newsletter with a peacock at the head of it. It was the anniversary of its opening. Maud listend to the cymbals which suddenly clashed outside, causing her to drop the special toothpaste she was examining closely.

Well, at this time of year, this word makes us think of Easter eggs. I don’t think I will be getting one this year although I would quite like one. It brought back a memory for me. It is of my father. One Easter, he came into the living room where I was sitting, and suddenly he made a loud clucking noise as if he was a chicken. Then, suddenly an Easter egg landed on the floor as if he had laid an egg. He had a big coat on and had hidden it under his coat. I laughed like mad, and it was a lovely thing to happen. My father always was a bit of a joker and he had a brilliant sense of humour. He is dead now, but I remember him mostly for his sense of humour.

Thankyou Linda for this word today

Most people may think of hiding or hidden when thinking of this word, and maybe indeed that will come later in this post. However, the first thing that I thought of was a bird hide. Lots of people don’t kow what they are, and indeed, I didn’t used to know. It was when we moved to a new county that I did find out. We used to visit some large reservoirs and some of them were like country parks. There was a lot of bird life around the reservoir and lots of water birds also. Positioned around the reservoir were the bird hides. The first time that I came upon one, I thought it was a kind of tower for kids to go and play in, climbing up the wooden stairs to the top and then using it as a lookout. Then I discovered that it was a place where bird watchers go to look at the birds. I remember climbing up into it myself and waving at my husband from the top of it like a big kid, and he took my photograph.

Later on in time, we had moved again, and I did actually take up bird watching. In fact I loved it so much that it took over my life. I did it in every spare moment. Of course, then, I, too, ended up in the bird hide. I met some very interesting people in the bird hides. Some of them knew so much about birds and could tell me such a lot and where to go to see what bird. It was a wonderful time, but sadly, I have stopped watching the birds now, as I am housebound. I am also blind but I can still hear them outside. I ohnly ever hear the common birds now, though. I remember, however, the thrill of seeing a rare bird. It was a wonderful experience.

So now, we get onto hiding. Oh what fun that was when I was a child. I would hide in the branches of the weeping willow tree at my grandparents’ farm. I would go right into the middle of it where no one could ever find me. It was so exciting to know that I could not be seen.

I don’t think I often played hide and seek with anybody. I found it a bit boring because whenever I played I got found really easily. So I wasn’t very good at hiding.

So  that’s my ten pennyworth and I’ll go and hide away a bit now, until next time.

Circling round at the end of the path
Taking in all that life has been
Gathering good and bad alike
Embracing all that has been
Hearing only the voice of my Love
Silencing others within

Closer
Than your own breath
Is the comfort you seek
In Love do we have our being
Though pain
Darkens
Our spirits, we reach out and touch
That which is deep within
And find that Love
Waiting

Thanks again Di for these words

Beatrice looked at the tree stump. She hadn’t been in favour of having the beautiful willow tree cut down, but she had been told that soon the roots would go under the house and cause problems. It was actually in a very nice spot in the garden, and she realised that it would be an ideal place to sit the think. She was fortunate enough to have a lovely garden. She had always been a bit creative and it was a very different kind of a garden. She could imagine anything happening there. It was jolly good place to write her stories. She could always put her stamp on them by including a little thumb nail picture of her garden with the stump prominent in it.

It came to winter time, and the stump was not nearly as attractive to sit on as it had been in the Spring and summer. Not to mention the autumn, with the gorgeous autumn colours. She looked out of the kitchen window at the garden, and began to stomp around to keep warm. It certainly was not possible to go out and sit there in this weather. Then, one day, she spied a little mouse sitting there on the stump. That made her feel happy. A little mouse had found a resting place on her tree stump. She went and sat on the pouffe in the living room, and began writing a story about the little mouse.

Thanks Di for yet another fun filled challenge

1. Why do we have Easter eggs?

Because we have Wester ones and we have to keep things in balance

2. What makes a hot cross bun?

A bun that has been crossed with a biscuit and baked at too high a temperature

3. Why do we have a bunny at Easter?

Because we need a container for the hot cross buns we have made

4. In which country did the Easter bunny originate?

In the country that is the furthest West from us where Wester eggs come from

5.. how many decorative balls are coventionally on a simnel cake?

Whatever number is on your sim card

6. What is a can?

It’s one half of King Canute

7. What is a can can?

A full King Canute

8. What is a canteloupe?

King Canute doing a dance

9. What is a cannister?

King Canute when he is drunk

10. What is a candelabra?

A bra with candels hanging from it

With thanks to Fandango

It was all a bit anomalous really. Henry was a bit of a one for creating diversions that didn’t really matter. Thus, when he was having a new drive put in, he created little pathways off it in his brain that were absolutely impossible to do, given the space that he had and the people whom he employed to do it. Nancy told him that he was being stupid, but he would not listen. He never did.

“Do you remember what you did when we went on holiday last?” she inquired. He did, but he still thought that what he had done was okay. They had landed up in the wrong place anyway. He had insisted that they go off the beaten track, ignoring the sat nav and also the map. Nancy had been full of foreboding, but she knew there was nothing that she could do. Eventually they landed where Henry had planned to land, and shock of shocks. It was a nudist beach.

“I’m not having anything like that again,” she barked at Henry. “I’m fed up with your stupid plans. God knows what we’ll end up with in our drive. I daren’t even think abut it.”

Henry gave her a peck on the cheek, and handed her some galoshes.

I hear my name called
Beyond the blue horizon
What wonders are there

In the dark abyss
There will aways be a light
Pure uncreated

With thanks to Fandango

Sally had never felt so ashamed and guilty in her life, but maybe that was only because she had been caught. It was the fault of those buns, she told herself. She knew they were there in the pantry, and as she laid in bed she could still smell them. Her mother had baked them only that day. She could see them, all nice and light brown with white icing and a cherry on top. She laid there in her bed and it was no good. She just had to creep down and steal one. She pulled the covers back, and crept as silently as she could, down the stairs and into the kitchen. No one stirred. She opened the pantry door, and took out one of the buns. She put it into her mouth, then, suddenly, a crumb went into her windpipe. She couldn’t breathe. She could not take a breath either in or out. She panicked. Then, just as suddenly, the crumb dislodged itself and she went into a fit of couging. It was coughing loud enough to wake the dead. There were footsteps on the stairs. Then her mother appeared in the kitchen.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she barked at Sally. Sally was covered in confusion. She didn’t know what to say.

“Well you shouldn’t bake such good buns,” said Sally.

Her mother looked at her, and then they both started laughing.

The scent of incense
Sets my heart on fire burning
With remembrances

Carrying a house
On their backs tortoises move
Only very slow

Woof woof woof

Magda came on an orange juice mission this morning, dead early. She had to take it up to Mum to take her iron tablet with and she saw Mum and Dad asleep in bed. She had to wake them up. Woof. Mum has to take iron tablet with orange juice to make it absorb and it has to be kept in the fridge.

And the vet is coming on a Hope mission soon. I am going to have a needle put into me. I think it’s all wrong. Having to have a needle. Charlie doesn’t have to have that. I hope the vet is nice. He usually is and he says I am doing real well. Magda always cuddles me a lot and I still lick her ears. I might get to lick the vet’s ears today. I like ears.

I think Mum and Dad are having salmon for dinner tonight. Our new cleaner called Marzina is coming so she might help out with food.

Last night a lady from Home First came to get Mum her night time yoghurt to take her other tablets with and she fed me. I was getting a bit worried cos the stair lift is broken and I hadn’t been fed. I had a real good dinner though. Lots of chicken pouches. I think Marzina might give me it tonight. I usually get some salmon skin but I don’t think I’ll get any tonight. I think Magda is coming tomorrow. I am being invaded by a lot of people again. It’s a dog’s life

Woof woof woof

Thanks Linda for hosting this fun challenge

If you ever get close to an elephant don’t forget to whisper in its ear all your passwords

With thanks for today’s word

With apologies to all self respecting chamber pots

Gerard was known as quite a trickster. He reached the zenith of his powers one night when he put alka seltzer into his grandfather’s chamber pot. Every night, during the night, his grandfater got up to use it. It was a very old fashioned farmhouse with no inside toilet. Grandfater got quite a shock when it errrrm started fizzing as he performed what he had to do.

Gerard never quite lived it down.

When I was at Teacher’s Training College, I, Long with a lot of other girls, used to mix with the lads from the University in the same city. Of course, we girls were quite adept at doing our laundry. Not so the lads. We got. A real laugh when one day, one of them was really gone out because his white underwear had come out of the wash bright pink. He had washed them with a bright red T shirt.

Last night our stair lift failed again. My husband was cooking something on the hob and it had a little time still to go. It needed to simmer for a little longer. He had been down to look at it and then he was wanting to come back upstairs whilst waiting for it.

The stair lift stopped working again, with him halfway up the stairs. He managed to somehow or other get it slowly and fitfully back upstairs. Then he rang Oban who fitted the stair lift and who made it. They boast that they have a twenty four hour emergency service for breakdowns so no one need worry. However, when my husband rang, there was no response. This went on for most of the evening. He could not get back downstairs again, and so we were in danger of fire from the still simmering casserole. It would soon dry up and then set fire to.

He ended up ringing a branch of social services who eventually came very late on and saw what was happening. They turned off the hob and brought me a yoghurt up so that I could take my tablets as they have to be taken with food. Then they left us.

The man from Oban did eventually arrive but he said it needed a new part. He said that we must ring up the office this morning and arrange for a man to come and fit something that had broken.

My husband rang this morning and they are refusing to come until at least Tuesday next week and maybe even later. They called it an “inconvenience.” My husband needs to travel up and down the stairs brining food and other things to me, plus he can only use the downstairs toilet which is adapted for him.

We are in desperation but Oban will not listen.

So this is not going to be a very good holiday for us.

At this moment we are not sure what to do but I intend not to let this affect me. We have to go on somehow.

Thanks again Di for these three words

Tommy was quite troubled. He was not as quick as he used to be. Sometimes people knocked at the door and didn’t give him time to answer it. He’d get to the door and they would have gone. He was awaiting a special delivery though. He had had to keep quiet about it. He didn’t want Edna to know about it. It was for their special day. Their wedding anniversary. They’d been married for a long time now. The years seemed to have sped by. Often, Edna would reminisce with him. Things had been good in the past but they were not quite so good now. Life was getting harder. Edna would love what he had bought her though. She had always loved music, and he had bought her a very special instrument that he knew she would love to play. It was called a garklein, and he had purchased it from the Early Music shop. Edna had been a bit of a whizz kid in her time, on musical instruments. It was still in her. This was one thing that she hadn’t lost.

Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. Edna was still in bed. It was early. Tommy hastened to the door, as much as he could anyway. This time, he made it in time. The delivery man had been patient. He took the little parcel, unpacked it and went upstairs to Edna.

“Love, here is your present. Have you remembered what day it is?”

Edna rubbed her eyes. She was still a little sleepy. She took the tiny instument out of Tommy’s hands. A sparkle came into her eyes. She put the instrument to her mouth, and started to play. She was creating magic. She hadn’t lost her touch at all. Not even after all these years. Toomy stood there in admiration.

“That’s my girl,” he said quietly to himself. As she finished play, he planted a kiss on her cheek. Yes, the magic was still there. Between the two of them as well.

Will you rise up take
Your lives back live in freedom
You have the power

Sometimes it is best to leave
The chains that lock up freedom
Though said to be for our protection

Blind eyes see through the deception
As the light shines
Into the darkness of evil

Presented by another name
Our souls were not meant to be chained
Nor our heart’s love

Freedom awaits us in diverse places
Where the sky meets the earth
And we dwell in the place of liminality
Where the veil is rent in two
Breaking the chains of earth

Every single person is unique. No two people are alike. They may share some things but never are they totally alike. Even twins are not completely alike.

I am not sure what makes a person unique, but I just know that it is. A lot of things go to make uniqueness. Genes are one thing, but then we get into the nature versus nurture debate. One person could grow up one way because of nature but another way because of nurture. Maybe we could all have been different if we had been nurtured differently. Certainly that is the case with myself. With different nurturing I think I could have been much ore assertive and less quiet. Although nowadays I am not quiet. I have learned to assert myself and not to shrink into a corner.

I think it is very hard to define what makes a person unique. Is it decided before we were born what we would turn out like? To some extent, yes, I think it is. I tend to think that the extent to which a person works on themselves is important in how unique they are.

I guess I am waffling a lot because I don’t thik there is one hard and fast answer to this question.

Cheep cheep cheep

It was a weird day yesterday. Kate didn’t come and a new lady came. I liked Kate because she always used to give me a new carpet and fill up my seed and water dish. I wasn’t sure of this new lady because she talked loud and she did lots of weird things to the room. She moved me from where I was into the middle of the room, but she didn’t give me any more food. Her name was Marzina. I know that cos I hear Dad calling her it. I felt affronted because she moved me from my place by the window. Then she moved the chair out of the window as well, plus Mum’s wheelchair, and then she started cleaning the window. She said that Kate was useless cos she had never cleaned. It. Id decided to make her jump, so I flew up and down my house real fast and made a lot of noise with my wings, cheeping loudly as I want. She did jump, and if I wasn’t a budgie I’d have been laughing. But budgies can’t laugh.

After that she took everything off the mantlepiece and dusted it. Kate never used to do that. Anyway, Marzina was boasting that she was better than Kate. I didn’t like that cos I loved Kate. I didn’t want her to leave and neither did Mum and Dad.

Anyway, Marzina pulled the room apart and there I was, in the middle of it all. She’s coming again on Wednesday, and I’m not sure of her at all. I shall make her jump again if I can. I’ll show her who is boss of this room.

I haven’t been able to tell Hope about it yet, but I will do. I think Hope wasn’t sure of her either. She came just at dinner time and Dad couldn’t cook the dinner. He was mad.

Hope told me one day that this house is going to pot. I think she’s right. Anyway, I’m waking up much earlier in a morning now and I cheep real real early. I have to cos the wood pigeons start earlier and I’m in competition with them. I saw some blue tits on the tree outside yesterday and Dad saw them too. I can hear all sorts of birds now. I have to make sure that they know I’m here. So I’m practising cheeping as loudly as I can.

It’s ever so warm in this room now. I keep thinking I’m back in Australia, but I’m not. Dad says it will be summer soon, and it will be real warm then. He says I don’t have to fly to Australia. I’m glad cos I think it is a long way away.

I hope HOpe comes in to see me today. I love Hope and she loves me. We have to keep these humans in order.

I’ll let you know how I get on with Marzina when she comes again on Wednesday. I hope she doesn’t pull the room apart again

Cheep cheep cheep

Thanks once again for this word

Jemima was a rather prcocious little girl. She knew what she liked and what she didn’t like, and she was used to getting what she wanted. Some called her spoiled. Her parents had waited a long time for her to come into the world, having undergone all sorts of tests and procedures in order to conceive. So when Jemima came into the world. They treated her as if she was porcelain. Jemime was used to getting all that she wanted, but her parents had begun to realise that it could not go on like this. Once she got to school she was going to have to take the rough with the smooth. She was not going to be treated as specail. So, when Jemima wanted a particular doll’s pram for Christmas, they said that she could have one, but it wouldn’t be the exact one that she wanted as it was so expensive. Jemima couldn’t understand this, and immediately she threw the biggest hissy fit ever. Her parents felt quite overcome by it, but they stood their ground. Jemima would eventually calm down, and indeed she did. They then tried to explain to her that when she went to school she wouldn’t get treated in a special way. It took a long time for Jemima to understand it, but in time she did. She learned in the school of hard knocks.

Thanks Di once again for these three words

Gemma began to plod along the road to work. Her car was in the garage for its annual service, and she was not in a very good mood. She had not slept well, having had nightmares about what had been happening at work. She worked in an office where the local newspaper was prepared and published each week. It was only a small affair, and she worked on Reception. Just lately there had been some strange calls coming in. She had almost become afraid of answering the phone. She reported all these strange calls to the owner of the set up, and he too was becoming rather wary. The calls had not been threatening but there was a strange secrecy about them. The person at the other end always spoke in hushed tones, as if they were afraid of something. They were obviously trying to communicate something important, but they were overtaken by fear.

The offices were not very plush, and Gemma longed to work in a proper place where they published a much more prestigious newspaper publisher, and she had set her sights on that for the future, but for now, she had to put up with this one where she was. James was the owner of the newspaper, and he prided himself on his work, providing information for the public, and giving them all the local news. There had been a murder locally that the police had been unable to solve, and he had become heavily involved in attempting to dig out more in an attempt to solve the mystery.

On this particular morning Gemma was a littl more jumpy than usual. There had been a very strange, almost whispered call the previous day from a man wanting to meet with James. The man said that he had some information for James.

As Gemma walked up the path to the office, just as she neared the building, she found herself looking at a pool of blood. She almost screamed. What on earth……….

Immediately she got her phone out of her pocket and tried to ring James. No answer. He should have been here by now. Why wasn’t he answering? Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. Then a voice.

“Stay still and you won’t get harmed.”

Gemma froze. Then suddenly sirens were sounding. The police arrived, and they ran to where she was, shouting at the man. The next thing that she knew was that they were handcuffing him.he was lead away, and once the police had ascertained that she was okay, she walked in a rather wobbly fashion into the office.

“Lwant a cup of tea love? Asked the cleaner.

“Y y y yes please,” replied Gemma. Then James appeared.

“What the heck has been going on here?” He inquired.

“Don’t ask,” replied Gemma. “I’ll tell you in a minute.”

Freezing fog freezes
My mind that is half asleep
Come, thaw out my mind

Your beautiful head
Hung low in its white beauty
Guarding you From cold

I once had a friend called Jon
Who hated to answer the phone
She was such a tonic
And also a comic
And her phone had such a strange ringtone

Bring to light that which is hidden
Nestling deep in the darkness
Sing into being that which should live
Wing your chosen way onwards

Power
In hands dirtied
By ambition and pride
Seeking only to satisfy
Needy
Hearts
Oppressing those who are weaker
Cowards wearing a smile
Plastic shiny
Deceit

Thanks Sadje for this poser

I have never taken an intelligence test. Not sure what intelligence is anyway. It seems to me that often, those who are deemed to be intelligent are quite stupid at times. Intelligent at what?

I think that we all have our own gifts and I was hopeless at Mats, but brilliant at English. I was probably inteeligent in one subject but not in another.

I do think that hard work has a lot tto be said for it. Having intelligence doesn’t rule out the need for hard work as well.

That is the short answer lol. I could go on for ever about this one

Thanks Heather fo today’s word

Sonia had always been a very carefree person. With he wild auburn hair and her intense verve for life, she didn’t care two hoots what anyone thought of her, or indeed, what she did. She had lerned that if you want to live life, you have to do your own thing and not worry about others. Life was short, she figured, and you had to do what you had to do.

It was Spring time, and one day she had realised that something wasn’t quite right in her body. She felt alright, but something was amiss. All her work colleagues had been offered free mammograms and she didn’t think anything would be wrong with her, but she decided to have one anyway. The mammogram detected the tiniest lump, and upon testing further, it was discovered that she had cancer. She was so shocked, because she had lived a healthy lifestyle, and looked after herself. It couldn’t possibly be, but it was.

It turned out that it was incurable. She was told that with treatment she could go on for a few years, but eventually it would come to the stage where it was no longer treatable.

Five years later, she had to face the inevitable. No longer was the treatment going to help her. They took her off it and a few weeks later she died.

N.B. This is a true story. It happened to my best friend. It is almost the anniversary of her death.

Thanks Di for this challenge

Wilma had nearly finished her book. She couldn’t wait to get to the end of it to find out who the murderer was. She began to nestle down on the settee, eating some nutty chocolate. That was her favourite. Jack would soon be home, so she would have to read quickly. She scanned the last few paragraphs on the page, and quickly turned the page over. The murderer had had a club in his hand, but his identity was not known. She read more slowly now. Could it have been the caretaker? Or could it have been the Tesco Delivery man? Wilma made a guess but she was usually wrong. Suddenly she heard the back door open, and Jack was walking down the hall. He entered the living room, club in hand.

With thanks to Fandango

“I can only ascribe this to the changeover in clocks,” muttered Frank as he looked forlornly at his watch. He had forgotten to put his watch forwards and had missed his bus. There wasn’t another one for a whole hour. He would be late for work. Or so he thought.

A body that wilts
When the light of the day comes
Sleep escapes me now

I watch you sleeping
Through eyes that cannot see light
Shines through the window

With thanks to Linda G Hill

I have never had my portrait painted, and I don’t think I would ever like having one painted. I am not exactly glamorous nor do I have any alluring features. I did once have a caricature done of me in the city of York in England. I was walking along one of the really old streets one day with my husband and there was a street artist, and he did relly funny ones. He had a really funny one of Maggie Thatcher on display to show what he could do. I was fascinated to see what he would make of me. Everything was exaggerated in this caricature. I was really pleased with the result and it made me laugh. I kept it for a long time and then I lost it.

I am no artist myself, so I have never painted anyone else’s portrait. I would love to be an artist, but I just haven’t got it in me. I am hopeless at it. Once at school, when I was only five years old, we were given easels to paint on. There was a girl next to me, and she dropped the tub of paint onto the floor, and she told the teacher that I had done it. I got blamed for something that I hadn’t done. The teacher put me onto the reading table as punishment. Little did she know that I hated painting and loved reading.

Joe loved to do the conga. No one realised that he was a shark . He had managed to get a luxury car in a rather dubious way. He had got bored with using the bus. He was ready to throw in the towel. He had an appointment for four o’clock to see the car. In qthe showroom he heard his favourite soundtrac. He talked to the salesman, and became irritated with him.
Soon the manager had to come and act as umpire. Joe walked away

She lit the ring with a spell suddenly the cooker blew up.whoosh.

Well, I have been a bit absent from my blog again and things have been happening here. My husband wanted the door from the kitchen into the hall changed so that it had a self closure on it. This meant that he could go through the door on his wheelchair and not have to turn backwards in order to reach out to the handle to close the door. Magda’s husband put him the self closure thingy on, but he did it a bit too tight so it kept bashing my husband as he went through the door. As Magda’s husband couldn’t come back to fix it we got Nigel our handyman who had been AWOL for a long time, to come and make it less tight. That done, we thought all was well, but today, when Magda was here, the door played up again. I am not sure what it did, but Magda called her husband to come. He did, and fixed it temporarily. Tomorrow, Sunday, he is coming back with something else for it to fix it permanently.

I think that door is jinxed.

For myself, I have still been working on my book. I am almost there, but still need some editing done on it. I have done almost 80000 words. It is a kind of Memoir but not quite. It seems to take up a lot of my time.

I want to get back to blogging a bit more again, so please please talk to me. I will talk back. I do feel very very lonely at the moment. We have lost Kate, our second cleaner. She developed a bad back and is under the hospital and so gave up work. We wil miss her very much indeed. A sad day on Friday when she finally left, but we hope she gets better as she has three young children and isn’t that old herself.

I do still try to get into my blog at least once a day, but don’t always manage it.

Hoping to be more regular.

There once was a bashful flea
Who got himself a degree
He went red in the face
Then tripped on his lace
Then fell in a cup of tea

Woof woof woof

I got lots of cheese today from Little Magda. The kitchen was full today. First, Big Magda came, and she cleaned the kitchen and did lots of things out in the garden. The kitchen door into the hall had developed a fault so Big Magda sent for Big Greg. He came then, and he brought Little Magda with him. She loved me ever so ever so ever so much. She pleaded for some cheese lto give me. In the end Dad let her have some. Little Magda gave me the sheese and then kept tickling my head. I’ve got a new friend. Big Greg managed to fix the door temporarily. That’s a had word to bark! He’s got to come back tomorrow to fix it properly. I like LIttle Magda. I like Big Magda too. I think they ought to come and live here then I could get cheese and tickles all the time.

It’s been REAL windy today and it blew up my bum again. Big Magda found lots of my bottles outside under a bush and she took them to put into the bin and I told her off. She would only let me keep one of them. It’s not fair. I’ll go and push her bum now.

I think Big Magda and Big Greg are coming back tomorrow so I shall have to get Dad to get the cheese ready. I don’t know if Little Magda is coming as well.

Woof woof woof I’ll let you know tomorrow.

Bye for now

Dew on the roses
Sparkles in the morning light
Takes me to heaven

Today
Memories come
Into this mind of mine
I watch the movie running now
I thought it had all ended now
I feel it in my soul
Lock it away
Again

The veil tears again
Another soul has passed through
So many passing

With thanks to Fandango

My grandmother was a stickler for things being done properly, and particularly for speaking properly. Properly in her terms that was. Sitting at the dinner table could be quite stressful for I always was scared of doing something wrong. Everything had to be just so. I had to recite poetry absolutely correctly in the right tone of voice and speaking each word with the correct pronunciation.

Nowadsy I make sure that I spek broad Lincolnshire. She’s probably turning in her grave

Thanks Di for another fun challenge

1. What is a skiff

A member of a skiffle group

2. What is a liner

A black line just below your eye where the mascara went wrong

3. What is a ferry

A dog saying furry with a posh accent

4. What is a destroyer

Some stupid cream that you put on your face that makes it more of a mess than it was before

5. What is a cruiser

A crooner on her travels

6. What is a galleon

An art gallery with a high galley on it

7.

What is a pedlow

Feet with droped arches

8.

What is a kayak

An aeroplane called K that has been hijacked

9. What is a schooner

A school leaver who doesn’t know what to do with herself

10. What is a coracle

A chorus of women saying “Cor”

Where silver stars shine
In a world beyond our own
New light is dawning

When the leaves open
I too will open to you
In sacred waters

In the half light shapes

Become mysterious ghosts

Peeping out from graves

With thanks as always to Fandango for today’s word

Everyone stood around looking glum. They had had Penny pullet and Clara Cluck for a long time. They used to wander around the garden as happy as chickens. Well, they WERE chickens. In fact they were reallyy pets. Kind of. Everyone loved them. Until……

They fell on hard times and they had to kill Penny Pullet and Clara Cluck to put in a pie. And that was the sad end of Clara Cluck and Penny Pullet

I came not looking
But in my mind’s eye
I saw your beauty

Hidden
In the dark earth
Of our deep suffering
Is the gem that will bring us through
Scrabble
In earth
Until your fingers find the gem
Hold it, and name it Hope,
Never let go,
Grasp it

Thanks Linda for this fun challenge

Don’t rummage in the garbage as you might find your fals teeth in there

Thanks Fandango for this word today

The Reverend Howard Howell regarded himself as a pillar of the community. Always there to help anyone who needed it, and always prepared to take up someone’s cause in the interests of justice. He was well known in the town, and all the shopkeepers knew him and liked to see him. It was therefore a great surprise to everyone when he accidentally fell one mirning whilst returning hom after buying his newspaper. He was clutching in his hands a rather seamy newspaper. Embarrassed, he tried to explain it by saying that his son had got an article in it. That made it even worse. His son was a bit of a journalist but it wasn’t exactly the thing for a vicar’s son to be writing in such a newspaper.

Once the vicar got home, a little the worse for wear, with his clothes and hair out of place, he took a peek at his son’s article. It wasn’t bad. And what was more, the rest of the newspaper took his fancy. He was fed up with being a vicar and having to be respectable. No, he wan’t ging to be respectable any more. He took to wearing gaudy clothes with his dog collar, and going into some rather questionable places. One day, he threw his dog collar off and retired disgracefully. He never looked back.

Woof woof woof

It’s blowing a gale up my bum. It’s flippin’ cold. Dad and Magda clipped some fur off my bum yesterday cos it was getting real thick and now I’m cold. It’s alright for that Charlie. He can just stay in his house in the warm living room and he never has to leave it. I still keep sneaking in to see him. We have a good natter and a kiss or two.

It’s ok in the kitchen though and Kate is here at the moment and she’s hoovering up so I’m keep well out of the way. I’m on the recliner chair in the dining room. It’s good here.

I think the roof might blow off in a minute. It’s real loud here. I’m not going out there any more until I have to.

Yesterday Magda got the garage door stuck. It’s an automatic one. It works all on its own. It just goes up and down without anyone there. It’s weird. I bark at it going up and down. Anyway, Magda had a thingy in her hand but it didn’t shut properly and so she was doing something with this thingy and trying to get it to close properly. It took ages, but it did in the end. Then she lost the thingy that she had had in her hand and Dad was panicking. Magda was panicking a bit too. Whe was looking outside in the rubbish bins to see if she’d thrown it out with the rubbish.

There’s a lot of panic going on in this house at the moent. Dad panics a lot.

Nigel the handyman came the other day and he put a grab rail up for Dad. Nigel said that his dog doesn’t like him. I was a bit worried in case I shouldn’t like him either. I don’t know why his dog doesn’t like him. I think he’s a bit of a joker though son maybe he didn’t mean it. I’ll contact dogline for his dog if he wants me to. I can’t have a dog not liking his Dad. Something must be going on.

Kate is leaving us on Friday. She’s giving up work cos of a bad back. Dad told her she can come back sometime if she wants to and she said she might. Kate is nice.

Everyone coming here lately speaks in a different language. I have only just got used to barking in Polish. Now I havve to do it in Spanish as well. I’ll get all muddled up and bark in Spanish at Polish people and in Polish at Spanish people.

Matt the gardener came yesterday and I’d forgottn how to bark in English.

Anyway I’m barking at the wind at the moment. It’s not going away though. I’m not frightening it.

I think Magda is going to get a doggy of her own. She only wants a little one though. I wonder if she’ll bring it to see me. I could teach it a trick or two.

I’d better shut up now or I’ll be getting myself into trouble.

Bye for now

Woof woof woof

Dewfall
In the morning
Kissing the leaves with love
The promise of a brighter day
Light shines

Rising
I see the sun
Feel new life quickening
I fly over mountains and rhylls
Singing

In the dead of night
The dead begin to wake up
Do you seem them rise

With thanks as always to Fandango

There once was a silly old lawyer
Who stomped around in the foyer
He’d lost his thick glasses
So he couldn’t make passes
At a woman to try and annoy her

Thankyou Esther for this fun challenge

A flea who wanted to hide
Decided to go for a ride
He fell off his bike
Went into the dyke
And thought he had really died

James stood looking at the garden.he had chosen this house for its nice large garden. In his mind, it looked like one of those wonderful country house gardens. Perfectly created and looked after. In reality, his garden needed a lot of work on it. Why did all the best gardens have beautiful lawns with stripes in them? His was fecund with dandelions. He scratched his head. From experience he knew that nice flowers often were hard to grow. Yet these dandelions had no problem at all in virtually taking over the garden. After thinking for a while, he decided that there was nothing for it. He would have to employ a gardener. He put an advert in a local shop and eventually found Charlie, who claimed to be an experienced gardener. Charlie stood there looking at the garden, scratching his head, and aying,

“You’ve got a bit of a problem there mate. Will be hard to get rid of them there dandelions.” James sighed. His visions of a nice garden were disappearing by the minute.

Death
Comes in
Many ways
Living deaths live
Each day unnoticed
Grasping onto something
A cry rises strangling peace
In the maelstrom no peace is found
Extinction becomes a deep desire
Whilst some lives are lived in oblivion

In the pale yellow
Of morning turned upside down
The skies are speaking

Only in the dark
Can the light come in fear not
The darkest of nights

In foreign place
A home was waiting for me
For it had my heart