Breaking for coffee (and a Word with Ruth)

I’m joining Ruth for her ‘Word for Wednesday’ again this week. Emaciated is this week’s word (after my comment about a previous word, emancipated, which I muddled the meaning for with emaciated – but luckily had checked before writing).

..Do you remember the news reports of the 1980s Ethiopian famine? Michael Berke’s 1984 report for the BBC news was recently highlighted by the BBCNewsbeat website in an article telling why nothing’s changed in 30 years as Ethiopia and other countries face imminent risk of famine conditions, due to either civil war in some cases (such as Syria, Sudan etc) or extreme weather, such as the droughts affecting Ethiopia – and not forgetting the affects on agriculture due to flooding in some other parts of the world.

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A Wednesday Word with Ruth

Ruth’s Wednesday Word this week is ’emancipated’… I’m glad I decided to just check as I mixed this up with the meaning for ’emaciated’! Now I know better…

Anticipate emancipation,

consolidate, with trepidation –

this rendition, not well-founded

could be freed in better rounded

phrases if I’d only thought

to loosen ties, first freedom sought.

I wonder if this word is going to niggle at me like ‘rascile’ has been – I still haven’t written for that earlier prompt, so still it plays on my mind. So, my response to ’emancipated’ seems to me a little weak, but it’s a five minute consideration in what should be a coffee break, so I’m away for that coffee, with biscuits to avoid emaciation, and hope to be free to catch up with you again another time…

Why not join in with a Wednesday Word with Ruth too? She’d love to see you there – and her poem is much better than mine, you really should read it!

A Take Your Pick Thankyou

Courtesy of our wonderfully warm, welcoming and generous Valentines blog-party hostess, Jacqueline, creator of
Courtesy of our wonderfully warm, welcoming and generous Valentines blog-party hostess, Jacqueline, creator of

A very special thank you to Jacqueline for making Valentine’s weekend a fun and interesting way to spend some blogging time. Who needs a Valentine with #InternetFriends! It was also very nice that it started on #InternetFriendsDay, extending into Valentine’s Day – and beyond for some, depending on timezones (and outlooks).

I forgot how exhausting blog-hopping efforts can be but had a lot of fun along the way and ‘met’ lots of new people.

Jacquie opened the party with an invitation to add to this verse:

Her eyes shone with tears

That clung to her lashes

She glanced at the ring

It’s twinkles brought back flashes

(author: Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha)

(so, what I saw is the telephone ringing with a light- flashing alert… not that I didn’t also see the obvious picture, but the poem wanted it to be the telephone to be able to proceed! Sorry Jacquie, I’m not sure this will fit with your group poem but you are welcome to as many of the lines you like, I wrote them for you…)

…so she answered the phone

glad of that ringing light,

cos the music’s quite loud

-wow, these guests party right!

There was dancing on tables

and salmon on heels,

face-painting and forfeits,

much laughter and squeals –

from bubbly to cognac

to coffee and teas,

whatever the tipple

to wash down savouries,

and the sweets were delightful

from cookies to cakes –

fab guests, so insightful,

and sharing chocolates.

Not many men there,

but nobody fought!

– and it wasn’t a Valentine

there that each sought.

No-one expected the presents –

but so nice a surprise,

and bless our dear Jacquie,

happy tears in her eyes.

So thank you again Jacqueline for a beautiful time with you and your friends at your blog party. This poem continuation is my small gift to you in return, to go with these flowers, for you:






Undone – Sandbox Writing Challenge #24

Note to self: since my response to prompt#21, when I noted having missed prompts #18, 19 &20, I’ve since also missed prompts #22 (locked in & free yourself), #23 ( closed doors) & a bonus question I’ll call prompt #24A (friends).

Before moving on to the current week’s challenge, it seems appropriate to tackle prompt #24 here as it’s asking ‘What have you left undone?

So, apart from the Sandbox writing challenges that I’ve missed…


It seems like I’ve fallen completely apart,

coming undone, trying not to lose heart –

my daily to-do list grows longer each day,

with all those undones that so heavily weigh

on my conscience, I still struggle on

but the laundry and dishes are waiting too long!

Each room is cluttered and dusty at best,

and there’s barely the energy to blog at bed rest.

The yard needs a tidy, I could do with a hand

and I rarely cook dinner even if it’s been planned.

I’m so out of touch with the friends I once knew,

and a stack of correspondence I should reply to.

It would be shorter to answer ‘so what have you done?’

I wish I could say ‘having far too much fun!’


So, I haven’t squeezed all my undones into this poem… but that’s probably enough for now.




Over at Ruth’s blog, every Wednesday she’s choosing a word to inspire her post for that day. She’s issued an open invitation for others to join in with her Wednesday Word, either in the comments or with a pingback to your own post.

[I had something in mind but it’s fallen away while I took a look at the word, it’s meaning, snonyms and antonyms and then somehow otherwise distracted… I finally removed the dolphin background that was supposed to psychologically invoke healing(!) but may have caused avoidance. I still like the Sorbet theme, but I might go for a change, at some point…]

…back to the Wednesday Word prompt:

MOMENTOUS – in Chinese, according to the google translation, is shown as:  重大

In a while, to-do lists will have no place;

alarm bells will not ring; monuments will crumble and fall.

The earth will not choke within the smog of man’s industry.

Humankind leaving little trace, all words expressed in vain.

 Momentous, Nature, portentous, returns.


Apparently in Welsh, momentous translates as pwysig; in Indonesian it’s sungguh-sungguh; and in Swahili, it’s nzito … but, of course, regarding translation, I’m just taking google’s word for it …


I also tried a few haiku, but most have incorporated directly or by theme into the poem above. That leaves this one – but you have to not be lazy with ‘ev-er-y’ , as usually, when spoken, at least colloquially by common English people like myself, it sounds 2 syllables and this one has to sound 3 to count:

Momentous mundane
as every day passes
by night into morn.

If you haven’t already, stop by and check out Ruth’s poem for her Wednesday Word – and her previous posts too – and hopefully I’ll be dropping by to read your own momentous posts sometime soon 🙂


Split Second Split

In a split second everything changed:

One overwhelming compulsion, a reaction

so strange and unruly – quite out of character –

something just snapped, then so something was fractured.

There was no going back, no point of return;

No hope for forgiveness, no lesson to learn –

Just a split second madness, to make my escape –

It was certainly foolish, but not done by mistake.