So, what is thunder?

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So, what is thunder?

It’s something to ponder
To muse and wonder
Crash, bang, wallop
What is thunder?
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Is it my banging head?
Time to sleep it off, get me to bed
Like the shrill of a pneumatic drill…
What is thunder?
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Is it my heart?
Why did we part?
Laying so heavy
What is thunder?
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Is it my tummy
Needing something yummy?
Time for a snack
What is thunder?
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Or is it nature’s new dawn
Brewing up a storm?
Invigorating, refreshing
That is thunder…
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By Carol Cameleon

How to find blogging inspiration from other blog posts ~ #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to find inspiration from other blog posts #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to find inspiration from other blog posts #WonderfulWorldofWriting

I recently saw a blog post from Tales of the Motherland called “Alone in a hotel room”.

From the title I assumed it would be a sad post full of soul-searching.  While I write this (very rarely do I type and go!), I haven’t read the blog post, as I don’t want to be swayed by the content.

It struck me how much just one word can convey.

To a busy parent it could mean 5 minutes of peaceful me-time

Or it could be someone travelling for work with only wifi and/or satellite TV and/or mini bar for company.  (Not exactly alone then!…)

‘Alone’ can mean so many things to so many people.

It can mean a deep, empty feeling of being on your own.

It can mean shutting a door on an intrusive world.

It can mean time to free your soul by putting pen to paper in letter writing or any kind of writing.

It can mean absorbing yourself in a book (bliss!)

What does it mean to me?  Well, from past experience, alone is a black place to be.  Being alone can mean too much time to wallow.  I used to feel ‘too’ alone when I experienced depression (which was, thankfully a good while ago now).

I used a journal to record something positive each day and when I recovered, I vowed I would never, ever go there again.

Along with focussing on all things literary and writing, I try very hard to keep my Virtually All Sorts blog positive and to that end, this post will finish on a positive slant.

For me, ‘alone’ has to be indulging in a bath of the perfect temperature, candles on and a good book afterwards (don’t want it getting soggy or the ereader falling in the bath!!)

So what was the point in me writing this post?  It struck me how just from reading a title containing a single word can provoke thoughts and feelings and inspire a whole new blog post.  Do read Dawn Landau’s post at Tales from the Motherland to see why she wrote the post that inspired this post…

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What would you do if you had some ‘alone’ time?

Tell me in the comments below.

“He had started off with good intentions…” ~ Flash Fiction

He had started off with good intentions... flash fiction blog

Picture source and copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

Flash fiction

He had started off with good intentions.  But the world had changed and so had the company; into a big, money-greedy corporate.

No matter.  The time had come anyway.  He had made his choice to retire.  And there he was, a figure in his likeness, on top of his retirement cake.  Complete with the old tools of the trade.  No machinery.  The nuts and icing sugar looked authentic, just like the layers of salt plains he had worked on but he would still leave with a bitter taste in his mouth…

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Main picture source: Dawn Q. Landau via FridayFictioneers

friday fictioneers

with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

The double meaning of ‘any way’ ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

My wonderful world of writing ~ The double meaning of 'any way' ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

My wonderful world of writing ~ The double meaning of ‘any way’ ~ poems #WonderfulWorldofWriting

‘Any Way’

All the things you can do,

All the things you can say,

All the things that you might

One day want to be

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Don’t just sit and wait,

Build the dream every day,

Start right here, right now,

Don’t push your dream away

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We’re all too busy

With this and with that;

We’re all so conditioned with,

“Oooh you can’t do that!”

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We need to question,

We need to say,

“Why not? No one can stop me, I’ll do it

Any way.”

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By Carol Cameleon

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What do you doodle ? ~ (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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Do you doodle?

Doodles are pretty universal and can be universally pretty.

I’m making my doodles universal by featuring them on my blog.

Doodles are a procrastinator’s best friend, a day dreamer’s comfort blanket…

I love doodling!  I find it’s part of my creative process.  I very often doodle eyes, often in detail with the little nobbly bit drawn in too!  Trees are also a firm favourite, as are spirals and linked squares.  Another thing I do regularly, as I let my ideas wander, is retrace my letters.

I’d love to know what my doodles mean…

What do you doodle?  Take a pic, tweet it, 

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“Something glistens…” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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My wonderful world of writing Something glistens… poems blog #WonderfulWorldofWriting

Something glistens…

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My photography skills, at best, need work,

Yet how much beauty is in this here tree?

It stands tall and solid and focal,

The light dappling through beautifully…

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The photo was taken mid-Summer,

While warmth was on the breeze,

Before long though, it was Autumn,

The leaves fell to the ground with ease.

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For how long it’s stood rooted so strong, so tall,

I could guess but do not know,

The fairies that flutter to and fro

Perhaps they’ll share its secret though…

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I like to think of it as a whispering tree,

Letting the breeze pass its words on,

Lingering in the air, hovering til they fade

To nothing, til they’re gone…

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The tree will be here to keep watch,

For years and years to come,

Homing the birds, fairies and elves,

Encouraging mischief and fun!

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So let’s once more see our majestic tree,

Let’s stand firm in complete awe

Wait, something glistens at the foot of the tree…

A fairy going through the door?…

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By Carol Cameleon

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“How to feed your soul” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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“How to feed your soul” ~ a poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

How to feed your soul

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The sound of the waves as they ebb and they flow,

As they foam around your feet;

They dance, majestically, they turn your toes cold

In the early Autumn sun.

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The coarse sand rubs against my skin,

Slothing off the rough edges,

The wind does the same to my

Fuzzy head.

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Hayfever season is done and dusted,

Must be a head cold lurking,

It won’t last long, it won’t take hold,

This fresh air’s as good as any medicine.

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Looking out on the horizon,

There’s sea as far the eye can see,

A big expanse of saltiness

That fills your soul with peace.

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A beautiful place, rain or shine, wind or snow,

There’s something about a beach,

Coarse of not,

That cleanses, invigorates, rubs away any rough edges.

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By Carol Cameleon

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“Time” ~ poems (#WonderfulWorldofWriting)

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Time

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Here in the garden with time

To myself,

I think of a million and one

Things to do.

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But my pen is poised on my paper,

I’m in ‘the flow’,

My soul needs to empty itself.

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A reflector by nature,

I like to observe

My world and its goings-on,

The to-do list will not get done.

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Time to savour the garden,

Time to create and make sense,

Time to do what

Time won’t usually allow.

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Time to take a seat,

Time to take a step back,

Time to appreciate life

As the clock ticks on.

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I do love to write

I do love to read

And refuse to waste too much

Time.

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I don’t watch TV

I’d rather read or create,

I’d rather focus on

Positivity.

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Later on tonight I

Will not regret this

Time that I took

To recoup my mind, my thoughts.

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No doubt it will belate

When I start a new task

And I will do what I should have done now!

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By Carol Cameleon

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‘Aprons and Silverspoons’ ~ a must-read!

papery peep aprons and silverspoons mollie moran 1930s kitchen maid

To say that I found this book fascinating is an understatement.  It’s fair to say that I’m intrigued with how people used to live years ago (not all that long ago in this case, in the grand scheme of things).  I love Downton Abbey (though I haven’t seen the whole series, sadly), I love anything and everything Jane Austen related, I love reading/watching well-researched fiction and non-fiction about the class divides and how people used to live.  Way back when I was at school, I have distinct memories of a programme called ‘How We Used to Live’.

This book most certainly did not disappoint.  How times have changed!  Mollie chose to work in domestic service against working in a shop.  The only other option being the Workhouse…  which was most certainly not a good option.  As Moran re-tells, domestic service involved starting at the bottom of the ‘food chain’, literally getting down on hands and needs and scrubbing and scrubbing, and scrubbing some more.  Pretty much from dawn.

While reading this book, I found myself shuddering at the conditions that Moran and her counterparts worked in.  But do you know what really amazed me?  That it was perfectly acceptable and there was relatively little whinging done out loud.  These people just got on with it… working their fingers to the bone!

Do read the book, it’s a very easy to read and goes really well with a nice hot cup of your favourite brew and a cheeky biscuit 😉

Hayfever be gone ~ Ode to being sneezy!

 ode to hayfever and sneezes

This week I’ve been extremely sneezy,

Add to the mix a little bit wheezy.

It’s made me something of a grumpy moo,

Wait… sorry, pass another tissue!

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Achoo, achoo!  I’m feeling groggy,

Can’t think straight, my head’s all foggy.

I love to be ‘at one’ with nature

And enjoy the weather when it’s a scorcher.

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But you know what hayfever?  I’ve had enough.

I’m done with groggy, I’m done with ‘rough’.

The windows are shut, no makeup on,

Antihistamines ready, hayfever be gone!