Regrets
There have been few
Yet those I have
are not mine
To alter
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Deliberation from a Doll’s House
What is life without a voice?
Can’t take a stand,
can’t make a choice.
To hear the words and know the way,
but never have the strength to say.
Wishing your thoughts were always heard,
Wouldn’t that life be so absurd.
Day 3 – Quotes (compiled early, ha!)
My challenge from Paul over at Palfitness took longer than expected but hooray for finding inspiration when it was needed.
Which is why today’s quote was found and prepared yesterday as per yesterday’s quote Day 2 – Quote *grins*
1. Post three consecutive days.
2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.
3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.
And my chosen three bloggers for today (if accepted) are :
That’s it all my days up – My thanks to Paul over at Palfitness, please do take the time to check out his and the other blogs you might find yourself something inspiring to read 🙂
Day 2 – Quotes (ok, ok, so it’s a bit late)
So I may have been a little distracted but I always get there in the end 😉
My challenge from Paul over at Palfitness (check out his friendly blog & twitter) has had a little snooze but we are back with it now.
The aim of the game is to find a quote for 3 days and share the bloggin love with three others so here is my aptly found quote for today:
Fuond over at www.shashickahill.com
Challenge rules:
1. Post three consecutive days.
2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.
3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.
And my chosen three bloggers for today (if accepted) are :
Nostalgic Retrospection
Hair thick with fresh sweat
Water gulped down whilst breathless
That wide cheeky grin
2015 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,300 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
Outbound again
It begins
The slow lurch of movement
Pulling away from you
For a time I can still feel
The ghost of your lips
linger
On mine
The caress of fingertips
Echoes through my hair
Roots damp with sweat
The remainder of memories
Left with me
Within me
The scent of you
Breathing deeply it is all I can do
To revive the memory of you
Hands clenched around me
Skin soaked under your heat
Forcing a smile to my lips
As I sit absorbing the dull vibrations
Closing my eyes to blurred landscape
Shutting out the rumble of the carriage
Cursing that which takes me away from you
