NanoWriMo 2019

Writer’s block has well and truly set in! Oh…woe is me! I repeat woe is me!! To say it is not going well is an understatement of the most mammoth proportions! Call me a ‘Drama Queen’ if you will but I have done this before, and it did not get me quite like this when I did it previously! I signed up for this once more when I was feeling good, energetic, determined and spontaneous but with hindsight feel that just maybe I have been overambitious by more than a few degrees! Bitten off more than I can realistically chew!! Oh my…what was  thinking, if indeed I was thinking at all! In retrospect, I clearly was not thinking, I was allowing myself to be carried away by a moment of utter madness! What am I to do? I could declare myself a Nano Rebel and just do what I can do outside the rules. However, that would mean that I would not be a ‘Winner’. Not sure if I can handle that? That could work maybe? I have a thing about medals, certificates and winning that goes back a long way!! What am I to do? Okay, I shall breathe and calm myself down and have a think about my next step!

We are two weeks in. That means that there are still two weeks to go. So, I guess for the next two weeks I shall see what I can do, if anything at all. What will be, will be and it is, what it is! I will do the best that I can in the situation that I find myself in. Que sera sera!

Any encouragement, guidance, tips and maybe even tricks would be welcome just now!

© Liola Lee 2019

Featured image shows my NanoWriMo 2014 winning Banner. Whether I get one for 2019 is at this time unlikely. I may well have to learn to accept defeat! That will be a hard lesson if it happens!!

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R.I.P

slumbering in earthen graves

some known others not

flesh on bones left to rot

faceless now lost in caves

laying long in dirty trenches

waiting for death to come

bloodied rows crowded tomb

rotting flesh smells and stenches

immobile bodies lay so still

crimson sticky puddles stick

open wounds carrion lick

‘til rats and birds have had their fill

no romance in bloody wars

boys and men go to die

for what? perhaps just lies

just some so-called cause

sleep now hush now darling

little boys one and all

lay you down and gently fall

asleep with Jesus calling

© Liola Lee 2007

With Remembrance Day on the horizon I thought I would repost this poem. I wrote this in 2007 to remember all those service men and women who fought in all wars. The imagery in the poem is more in reference to The Great War and the trenches. Please know The image here is of my beautiful Dad who signed up for the RAF at the age of 18. He and many like him served their Sovereign and Country in World War II to keep us free…I blended the image with a field of Poppies to create a dramatic effect.

Malta

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© LiolaPhotographic 2019

Malta is a colourful city with many layers! Fabulous architecture, lovely people, and so much military history. I am currently trying to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo so thought to post a picture here as a sort of filler to stay engaged with all you lovely people here on WordPress.

Rose of Autumn

White rose of Autumn,

Echoes eerily, elusive –

Sinking Moon in solitude,

Reassuringly reticent.

Yellow rose of Autumn,

Glows golden, glistening –

Shining Sun in solitude,

Magnificently majestic.

Pink rose of Autumn,

Dares delicately, disarming –

Setting Sun in solitude,

Sensational splendour.

Red rose of Autumn,

Provocative persona, powerful –

Moon rising in solitude

Dangerously decadent.

© Liola Lee 2007

The rose shown in the image was captured on my iPhone a long while back. It is none of the colours mentioned in the poem but the colour is close to that which I had in my wedding bouquet back in 1984. Perhaps I should add another few lines?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am

I am perfect as I am

or maybe not perfect

a mind made sham.

In the mirror, I look, I see

a fat persona, a big fat me.

Accept what is or what to do

cells divide far and few

renewal switched to repeat

a lab experiment or human feat

time manmade, manmade time

Mother Nature’s written rhyme.

Fast some –  forward

food that’s fast

energy drain not energy blast

yoyo diet, fat boy slim

couch potato, then to gym

Lift some iron, drop some pounds

then regain,  fat rebounds.

The cycle turns once again

read the books, know the score

digital fitness, apps and more.

Pop some pills, burn some fat

Big Pharma is where it’s at.

Waste your hard earned,

splash that cash

vitamins, minerals, body mend

latest gimmick, faddy trend.

A mind made image, do I see

A real reflection or another me?

I am perfect as I am

I am perfect

I am

I am…

© Liola Lee 2019

Sometimes we strive for a perfection that is not real. Sometimes we feel not good enough for whatever reason. Often we have a distorted image of ourselves. Sometimes it’s about learning to love yourself…