Capture the words


RULES: From the ever amazing
150 words – or less based on what we interpret from the above photo.

I am going down the poetical road…as I seem to do on the odd occasion.

I listen to my words
where they want to go
the sea of vowels verbs and nouns
stare into a mirror pronounce the
syllables that emerge
reflection of cloud and hill
are seen
not my mouth nor face
merely the words that spill
falling to an empty page
casting a language of their own
this is what stares back at me
I write for like the clouds
it makes my inners soar
the mirror of me are my words
I am …what you read
nothing less and
nothing more

The Mag 157 Venus De Milo

Venus de Milo with Drawers - Salvador Dali, 1936

Serene sensuous
yes I am ‘woman’

but take a harder
look at me

I am not moulded
as others

though my shape

the woman the
form platonic

will the drawers
once open reveal

truly who I am
more complex

open the compartments
for that maybe the key

the way to discover
the inner me


For the Magpie Tales

Trifecta Challenge the Path

This was done for trifecta:

This week’s word is:

PATH 1: a trodden way 2: a track specially constructed for a particular use 3a : course, route   b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

This way of life is mine
it was given, I did not ask
regrets are mingled with
I don’t give a damn
moments perhaps wished erased
but to the contrary
moments I would not banish
would my way of life be different
I cannot change so I can’t tell

Temptation has led to trouble
lies have caught me out
becoming a mother gave me inner peace
my true calling without doubt
growing, learning on this path I walk
the path that’s known as life
accepting, forgiving and loving
this is what my journey is all about

being the person I am today
learning how to grow like
tossed autumn leaves revealing
another part to me, this is all that
I can show, for there hasn’t been
another way, I’m simply who I am
you either love, hate me or
simply just accept the person that
you know

my path I still shall follow
till it shuts with eyes closed tight
I’ll have memories of the good and bad
of the laughter and of my tears
my foibles and my strengths
but would I choose another way
no I swear this on my life
my path is something I continue
till I bid this world good-night

Lost Words

Mind is cluttered, cannot think, stress of the day
had a drink
want to write, want to think, nothing
nothing comes naturally

normally words spring, picture water from a fountain
now however
nothing comes, as if I climb a mountain
push myself I always will
ask for prompts or thoughts to thrill

maybe I should rest this mind, lay it down
let it rest
for scattered words upon a page
won’t surely be my best
for nothing now comes to me, as naturally as it would
yet I demand more of me, possibly more than what I should

my need to write is nothing knew
I am prolific, of that I have been told
I write one or several every day, this is me
this is who I am, this is… my mould

I’m accustomed to writing in this way
though it’s hard at times to push my mind
I apologise to myself and you for the words
I cannot find

I know that you are watching
and writing what I post
and I have a guilty complex
when I can’t provide that want
my boundaries are endless

no fence can stop my words
though times do come when there
are none

to a ‘writer’ that’s absurd

or at least for me it’s so
I cannot stop, I have to write
I truly can’t let go.