Your heart begins soft
Then as life’s sorrows move in
Hardness takes a seat.
Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 28 – HARD & SOFT
Category: Bladder cancer
Prompt 62 – Silver
Silver is bright, usually has a sheen that is not present in gold. It is considered by many to be second best. If you can’t be the “golden boy”, or the golden idol, or placed at the top of the pyramid, can’t be the number one choice; is there anything wrong with that? 24 carat gold is not near as reflective or strong as silver. Silver is unique and should stand on its own, without comparison.
*”Silver is somewhat rare and expensive, although not as expensive as gold. Slag dumps in Asia Minor and on islands in the Aegean Sea indicate that man learned to separate silver from lead as early as 3000 B.C. Pure silver has a brilliant white metallic lustre. It is a little harder than gold and is very ductile and malleable. Pure silver has the highest electrical and thermal conductivity of all metals, and possesses the lowest contact resistance. Silver iodide, AgI, is (or was?) used for causing clouds to produce rain. Silver is stable in pure air and water, but tarnishes when exposed to ozone, hydrogen sulphide, or air containing sulphur. It occurs in ores including argentite, lead, lead-zinc, copper and gold found in Mexico, Peru, and the USA.”
*Information from: https://www.webelements.com/silver/
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/daily-word-prompt-62-silver/
Daily Prompt: Unraveled
You would not think
To be on the brink
Of tears with just one picture
It is my conjecture
I lost my “cool” agility
Now awash in humility
It was only a hand
And yet it spanned
The width of my heart
And tears did start
Just this small part
Unraveled me.
A to Z Challenge, I is for Intimidation
Intimidation can be fun. No, I’m serious! A perfect example lies below. You know by my moniker I love rugby. In my opinion it is the ultimate team sport. From my observation I see no particular showoffs competing in front of the camera for a blurb in the sports’ news. I see team action. Below is a video of my favorite team, the New Zealand All Blacks, performing their Haka. The second video is Prince Harry with the New Zealand Army.
Prompt 61 – Deficit
Everyone has deficits in their life.
Some difficult ones cause you strife.
And then there’s me, mine’s knowledge lack
Now that I’m older I can’t keep track
Of what I know or used to know?
Brain is working, its just very…..S…L…O…W.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/10/daily-word-prompt-61-deficit/
Wordle 150 – Iris and her Imagination
You could always count on that girl, Iris. She and her Penny-Gush of the day. Her imagination knew no peak of limitation. If someone was feeling insignificant she would lavish one of her wonderful tales on them. It worked most of the time, and mutable responses caused her to reflect only on the really successful ones. She certainly had a knack for writing and telling stories.
The teacher of the creative writing class recognized her talents. She would assign projects she knew would tempt her “A” student to do her best. Meanwhile, the lesser endowed students might grovel for the teacher’s attention. Iris was not selfish with her ability, she loved helping the other students, suggesting ideas if they were stymied by an assignment. Unlike the normal class situation, Iris’s classmates welcomed her advice, and enjoyed her stories as well.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/10/wordle-150-april-10th-2017″/
Haiku Challenge – 144
She spies a fairy
Her eyes are wide with wonder
Peeking in the dew
Share Your World – April 10, 2017
Good afternoon people! I am slow in blogging today because my iPad has been updated and now doesn’t understand me at all! But, onward and upward, matey! Thanks again to ceenphotography.com for bringing us this positive, fun way to get to know each other. My answers to her questions are below:
- The only “official” event I participate in is Relay for Cancer. My granddaughter has organized two local relays herself and as a family we have participated in three. As in most cases you don’t get involved in this type of activity unless you’re personally affected. Since I’ve had cancer twice, 1995 and 2015, and my husband passed away from it in 2013, we are all of course, more aware. The picture below is from my first relay, being pushed and joined on the track by grandchildren.
2. What people don’t know about me is I love Brussels sprouts.
3. It’s hard to pick a favorite flower, but daffodils bring memories aplenty with their fragrance.
4. I have everything I need in my apartment except for one – a man🙄🤠
I am grateful my granddaughter, ten and I spent two hours uninterrupted together, heavenly! This week I am looking forward to the Vikings Beyond the Legend exhibit at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. Woohoo!
http://ceenphotography.com/2017/04/10/share-your-world-march-27-2017-2/
A Handful of Sand
He wanted to be clear. As he watched the waves bringing in the sand and shells, then retrieving them in a constant repetitive motion, his mind thought of their relationship. He needed to tell her that he could not do it. He couldn’t sacrifice everything he’s worked for, his family, his lifestyle, even for her. Whoever said love conquers all was mistaken. Not even the love he felt for her, the compassion, the longing, want, need — none of these combined could win. He had been trying for a long time, it seemed, to ultimately be down to this. It wasn’t only a matter of giving up, even though that would be an uneasy performance in its own way. It was impossible. So much for that old saying, too. Who were these people, making statements that inevitably prove untrue? Is it so unrealistic to believe them, count on them getting you through your day?
Summing up the courage to tell her was difficult, but had to be done. The fantasy, the dream, all of it, was dangerously enticing. He tried to believe in it as she did, struggled to see the world through her eyes, her impractical expectations. For a while he thought he could manage it. Hurting her was the last thing in his mind, but he couldn’t fulfill the dream. It was almost a rant of reality, surfacing every little while, educating them in the sorrow of truth.
The connection was always there. They both tried to ignore it and it would sneak away for a while and then creep back, always, creating that unrequited dream again. How many times had he said goodbye only to return? How much can the heart take, broken, mended and broken again? All the joy, laughter, tears, over and over. Is this a real love? Can something so sweet be unbearable torture at the same moment?
He bent down and lifted a handful of sand. As he stood up, he let the sand slowly leave his grip. This is life he thought. You reach, and hold for a bit, but eventually you have to let it go and travel on.
Daily Prompt: Blindly
There I was reading my mail
Saving prompts as drafts
That lets me prevail
To keep reading your posts
And I don’t forget the idea
Always helps me to be clear.
Blindly, I updated the iPad
OMG! I must have been mad!
Or maybe just daft?
Where are my drafts?
Just when you think it’s safe to relax
Write, print, read, or try to fax
Out comes an update
It will help you for sure
And I can’t resist the allure
Of easier use of my device
Trust I can rely on their advice
But I was sadly, madly mistaken
All of my drafts have been taken!😩😖
The Bag Lady 
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