This is my journey, my thoughts, my views, plain and simple and from my heart. Please travel with me and share, hopefully it will be an interesting trip.
[youtube.com/watch?v=SYDrQqJVZMc] spirit of music, beckons
sounds evoke images, ears absorb
they swirl around your core
then settle, within the depth of you
drops of silken water touch leaves
waterfalls cascade down glassy rocks
rainbows stretch across hills
clouds float along the breeze
waves tumble to the shore
snow slowly melts on the bough
sunset on a slow summers night
branches bow against the breeze
the notes are more than these
go with them, they guide you to
places you have never been
some make you soar
fly on wings ‘cross crystal oceans
or darkness and shadows appear
what you experience, what you hear
listen
as notes heighten senses
music changes you, brings tears
of sadness, or of joy
instruments or words
they can alter the thoughts
you now possess
before you began to play
Isn’t it marvellous, when a perfectly ordinary day turns out to be something very special?
My friend Miriam E. or (Miri) as I call her and myself have decided to create a new site. A collaboration of her brilliant artistic mind from across the seas in Germany and myself, a middle aged mum from Melbourne Australia.
We have been working together on several ‘poetry projects’ in the past and thought it would be a great time to take it one step further.
So, I humbly present our joint blog
Trifextra 33 word Challenge- Week 62
On to the weekend challenge. We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice. Your advice can be to anyone or about anything. We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.
Another Inspiration from Trifecta Week 70 The word is LUCKY (adjective) The 3rd definition to be used. 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.
Do we strive to conquer our doubts, what do we need as individuals to make us feel worthy?
Do we rely on our talent, our jobs, our relationships, our friends, our family? Do these ‘things’ make us impregnable to hurt or injustice or questioning ourselves?
Step back, ponder for a moment, if we need too?
Can’t we simply be content or are there ‘pieces’ we feel the need to trounce to accomplish happiness and fulfilment.
Standing on a mountain, hands raised to the skies like a ‘Rocky’ Movie, surely we long for something… but do we have an answer as to what and when, if ever, will we be sate?
Us writers have a veritable smorgasbord of words to choose from.
The words are what seizes the readers attention.
Do we have to make it complicated, ostentatious?
Shall I entice those that read mine with a
Roast Kurobuta Pork Belly with Apple Sauce
Shall I baffle them with a
Terrine of Foie Gras, Alsace Vieille Prune Marinated Black Mission Figs
Shall I confuse them with a
Pesto Crusted Lamb Cutlets with Eggplant and Olive Caponata
Shall I make them linger with a
Shortcrust Tart with Crème Pâtissière and Passionfruit
No… mine are more simplistic and shall be served as
I stand sit before you today in admiration of blogging.
Are we united as one?
(murmurs amongst the flock)
To spread the word good people.
(hallelujah brother)
The words of possibly just crap poetry, prose, life-style, photographs, history, relationships, humour, sadness, recipes, children, holidays, happy snaps, music, art, hate, love, our marriage, our lack of marriage and chocolate?
My fellow brethren Blogg-er-ren today let it be known that we are a community that have the need to share our desires stories. We are bound together by words upon a page. We shall not succumb to our everyday existence any longer!
Let’s almost wet our pants be excited for another follower that has deemed us deserving to follow. Let our heart beats quicken when our visitor numbers soar.
(hallelujah)
Let us take the time to pass comment, to comment on comments, to read, to in fact dear blogg-er-rens to be involved with our fellow blogg-er-rens and be in awe of the talent we witness here today and everyday.
This is my world, this is YOUR world, let us communicate, let us rejoice, let us sing the praises of WP (do I need a straw) for allowing us to come together, be united as one for the sole purpose of spilling our guts out, wondering if anyone will give a damn, gawd not other post from him/her of sharing our stories!
For we are all individuals with different stories to tell, different lives, that have shaped us and my dear blogg-er-ren as you all know we do so love to write.
Let us not be obsessed with our own talent, let us brag be humbled by those that have found us worthy and of whom we find worthy!
Let me hear you rejoice, I say stand up blogg-er-ren let me hear you loud, the written word is before us!
(hallelujah)
Hold hands with the one next to you or in this case your mouse, thank the almighty WP for granting us, for saving us from an existence of boredom, housework, going for Sunday drives, tending to the children, cooking, cutting our toe-nails, shopping, taxi-ing the youngsters around and work.
No longer are we slaves to the every day to day reality that WAS our lives, for this has consumed us blogg-er-ren, taken us on a different pathway, the pathway we knew as hell I’m bored I think I have talent to be shared with the world and the world wants to hear it!!
Now for a very special treat or perhaps not my fellow blogg-er-ens.. some of you wanted to hear the Great Aussie Accent….
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.
Ramblings From A Mum 