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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
her expectations as mistress aren’t going anywhere
he steals into her chamber in the cover of the dark
silently, he leaves in the wee hours of light
lonely, her heart never knows respite
our expectations become the mistress of life
guiding us from shore to shore
from here to anywhere
we keep sailing.
It’s fun to take part in challenges again. I came across the ‘Three Things Challenge on Pensivity101’s blog‘ and decided to give it a go just to get the writing juices flowing again.
He never could keep his buttons on. They always seemed to dangle at the drop of a stitch… she knew that she ain’t no fancy designer, but she managed to stitch his pants real good…
I did some blog hopping today and found the Three things challenge on pensitivity 101 ‘ real, button, designer’
we overthink answers
to life’s simple questions,
human’s complicate matters.
—
the answer my friend
is already there,
simply rethink your question.
I totally enjoyed this prompt for this week’s haiku. Several options popped into my head but I settled for this two ‘cos of the message behind them.
fruits of the vine
mature with age,
and so does sage.
wisdom, she lost,
buried in the deep cups
of the grapevine.
© Jacqueline 2019
Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.
Soft cooing sounds of comfort
the dove reminds,
the land is richly green
I felt a bit rusty writing this haiku. It’s been many months of no practice but after several attempts, I managed to cobble something that I like.
Thank you for an interesting prompt Ronovan. Grass & Dove
Music is a language for the soul and Aretha Franklin sure knew how to belt it out. In celebration of the beautiful Queen of Soul who blessed us musically with the gift of her voice, let me share some of her songs.
Once I saw Linda’s SoCS prompt ‘ic or ical‘, it had to be music for me. I have enjoyed listening to Aretha over decades and will still keep enjoying her timeless pieces.
This haiku might sound morbid, but it’s just a statement of fact. Each moment that we receive never comes back again. When I think of time, I think of the fact that it’s our most valuable commodity and there’s simply not enough of it. Every moment counts make the best of it.
Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge: Time and Movement
Once I saw Ronovans’ prompt, woke & up, I chuckled. Getting out of bed these days has been a struggle ‘cos I’ve been sleeping unusually late. The first haiku depicts this ‘bedmatics struggle’ and the second haiku has political connotations.
The shrilling alarm woke me
but it was hard to get up,
my pillow held me down.
If we don’t stay ‘woke,’
and rise up to change the paradigm
we all risk losing everything.
©
Jacqueline
Life has taught me that being of good cheer is a value not outwardly acquired, but one that is fostered from within. Why do I say this? Because day by day the vicissitudes of life seeks to weigh us down.
It takes resilience and constant mind-over-matter not to get submerged under the flood of misery and bad news which seems to prevail these days.
It takes uncommon grace to build an oasis of peace within you and to keep your chin up even when life batters you.
It takes wisdom to know that each day lived in misery is a day lost to misery and we must find moments of cheer in every given day no matter what.
These moments of cheer could be as little and as simple as finding solace in a quiet moment, a power nap, a smile, deep meditative breathing, regular reminders of gratitude, a glass of milk, sharing a hug…
On the other hand, school is out for Summer and the kids are ecstatic. I have mixed feelings ha, ha. I love that there is no school and we all get to unwind a bit, but I know that in a couple of days after mindless hours spent on games and what not, they will start singing the ‘I am bored song.’
I’ve got to put on my mama cheerleader cap on and think of cheap and cheerful ways to keep them positively and gainfully occupied without having to rob a bank.
With each passing school year, I watch my young ones’ gallop through their classes, growing older and inching day by day to the time they have to leave for college and fly the coop.
Gulp! The thought leaves butterflies of apprehension in the pit of my stomach. I hope that I’m equipping my chicks well enough to survive life’s onslaught out there without mama dogging every footstep that they take? Only tomorrow will tell.
For now, let’s enjoy every bit of our simmering Summer with copious sips of cold, freshly squeezed orange juice or watermelon. Cheers.
Jacqueline
Forget about the fabulous, ginormous buildings and flashy highways, this is an arid desert. It’s so dry to such an extent that even the bugs have reservations about inhabiting this space. When I take my morning walks, I look at the plants/flowers around hoping to catch a bug or two, but nary any to be seen creeping about. They have done well by planting flowers and trees – well maintained and fertilized by our defecation and pee-pee which is routinely collected by special trucks, if I may say so. Luckily, some of these trees can withstand the scorching heat to a large extent, but it seems like all the bugs, butterflies, bees, birds and creepy crawlies hibernate or migrate till the cooler months at the end of the year.
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen a caterpillar going to three years now. I guess it’s one of the prices that one pays for living in a big city, you miss out on being out and about in nature as much as you would like and as a result, you don’t get to see Earths minutiae creatures going about their business. One thing that I’m looking forward to sometime in the near future is living again in a proper house with its own grounds where I can grow vegetables, plant flowers, put out birdseed…
Writing this just made me feel nostalgic. I had no idea that there would come a point when I would miss the Squirrels that used to scurry up the tree in my front lawn back in Cypress Fairbanks.
P.S. For some reason I forgot yesterday was Saturday. I have no idea where the days are racing to.
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