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All Time Favourites…

I must say that I felt initial dismay and a silent ‘oh no’ hummed in my head when I read that The Daily Post prompts for the weekly photo challenge is winding down. What a bummer! I feel like my favourite neighbour has just moved out of town, like my age-old, worn and comfy dressing gown has finally fallen apart at the seams.

The challenge is/was a powerhouse of creativity and inspiration and I remember many Saturdays when I would check out the prompt to ginger my creative juice. Anyway, change is a constant thing, otherwise, life will stagnate and become a monotonous bore. Who knows, maybe something equally as interesting will come up.

When I think of it, I realize that I have no favourites photos per se, but there were some prompts that I really enjoyed and got some messages whilst doing them especially the one below.

To the friendly editors of the weekly photo challenge, thank you for all your inspiration and support. You fostered a warm community, nurtured a whole lot of us and encouraged our growth. My warm appreciations and regards. See you around.

 

Sunrise, Sunset, Days of our Lives, Our loved ones, Reflection, Life, Parenting, Love

Somehow the prompt ‘rise and set,’ made me dwell on bittersweet memories of my late dad. I even sang a song at the end. When The Sun Is Sinking Low: Rise and Set prompt

 

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Thin Slivers…

Aging, Couples, Relationships, Growing Old Together, We love love

Through thick veneer of forgetfulness
and fragile memories worn by age,
thin slivers of deep-seated love
seeps through his fingers
to highlights her days.

©

Jacqueline

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Forest of Possibilities…

art-ball-ball-shaped, bubble

You were afraid
to live your dreams,
and you buried them
in the place you believed
they would be safe;
now everyone who goes by
sees a forest of possibilities.

#Buried dreams

Forest – The Daily Post

©

Jacqueline

This piece is an excerpt from my upcoming 3rd Poetry book.

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When The Sun Is Sinking Low…

Daddy always said ‘rise with the Sun so that you set the tone of your day,’ and throughout my growing up years, like clockwork, we rose way before the Sun.

Sunrise, Sunset, Days of our Lives, Our loved ones, Reflection, Life, Parenting, Love

Today the most important things I inherited from my dad are the ethics, the values, the wise words, the memories and the parenting influence that he had on my life.

Ever so often, a saying of his will echo in my mind and I feel suffused with the warmth of his presence albeit through his words.

As a child, I truly had no deep understanding of losing loved ones’ – not sure that I still do – and like the sunrise and sunsets of my young days, I felt that those that mattered most would always be there.

Well, I am deadly wrong. I think that life is so unfair to take away those we love and yearn for, on the other hand, I am deeply thankful that I had the opportunity to know such love.

Knowing what I know now, the glorious rise of each Sun, reminds me that I’m alive, that I must embrace the day and that there’s no time to waste in looking back at yesterday. By the time the sun sinks low, I’m reminded to leave every form of acrimony and as much as is humanly possible to end my day with a cleansed mind.

Below is a little tune from me. Excuse the croaky voice 😉

Oh I often sit and ponder
when the sun is sinking low

where shall yonder future find me
only God in heaven knows

shall I be amongst the living
shall I mingle with the free

wheresoever my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee

Oh the future lies before me
and I know not where I’ll be

wheresover my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee

©

Jacqueline

The Daily Post: Rise and Set

 

The Little Flame..

The Fire within, Anger, Poetry, Rage, Minor and Major, Burning

 

Our silence sufficed. We thought that

if we didn’t talk about those micro things

that made us uncomfortable,

they would disappear.

 

So, we walked the fringes of invisibility.

Hiding our thoughts from fear and shame

hoping that no one notices

the tears running down our face.

 

Our silence became brooding anger.

Micro things became macro things

and in the fringe of invisibility, we plotted;

fueled by the stokes of little flames.

©

Jacqueline

An Igbo proverb says, ‘when we overlook the small pot, it puts off the fire.’ Never underestimate the little things, for they can become the big things.

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