Twenty-five (B)

So I have decided to make this a series
I guess I really can’t resist calling of this wonderful
orderly continuity of letters.


Each and single one of them a seductive siren 
singing to me, luring me into creative rocky shores 
to a prison of empty pages. 


Power and imagination, dedication and energy
all given to the only task, to only thing that matters
to play with words and language. 


Time is of no meaning. 


Words are the most powerful weapons. 
How we use them shapes the world. 
Keep them ready and sharpened. 
They are the only defence we need. 

……….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, March 4

alphabet has 26 letters. write a post without using one of them.

Muddy trainers

Muddy trainers and slippery paths in the woods
Reminds me of one of the first runs I did in Orpington
No shortage of wet days, no scorching heat back then.
Home, we don’t get enough summer rain for the mud 
      to stick
Storm overnight, almost dry in the morning
…my trail shoes are sleeping in the shoe rack.
But with September, autumn is coming slowly
I can’t wait to be alone among trees 
enveloped in the smell of wet leaves.
Nothing gives me more energy than being in the 
      forest
place where the time has stopped.
Place hiding ancient magic. 

……….

I am a day late…whoopsie. I thought I had something prepared and scheduled but I didn’t.

………….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 18

First words that come to your mind when we say: home, soil, rain.

Dearly departed

With a great sadness I have to face this camera with a hope that the internet connection will not  give up on us during these trying times. 

James was a great man, loving husband, father, grandfather….SHIT…so sorry…wrong…Apologies…not sure what has happened, I must have mixed up my notes. Let me see. Sorry, just a second…ehm…here we go. 

Today we are saying goodbye to Lili who had been a wonderful and loving cat…SHIT SHIT SHIT….not again. Really sorry about this…can you hear me? Can you…I think the internet is br….

……….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 25

write your own eulogy.

I have actually written a eulogy before. You can check it here: Fog

Fearful symmetry

I wanted to pick ‘A’.
Instinct drew me to the letter. 
Incredibly difficult to be stuck with 'I’ now.
Initial thought -
I could start every sentence with myself.
Inadequate as ideas go of course. 


Ideal results:
- identifying words that would make sense,
- intentional content expressing wholesome ideas,
- images conveying individuality,
- …i…,
- …item not found. 


Invasion of doubt is beating my mind. 
Irritation assaulted my body.
Impulsively I defend my sanity.


Implying, I can’t do something?
Impossible. 
Inspection of the dictionary has commenced. 
Immortal source of language and ehm…words?
Information database readily available to everyone.
Issue with this? Heck, no. 

……….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, October 1

pick any letter. write something where every line starts with that letter.

Yep, this one also feels like A to Z challenge….what is wrong with me???

I got skills

I'm good at getting interested in learning skills.
I’m sure that classifies as a skill in its own right. 
As a child, I never had the opportunity to find 
out what I really like.

But there’s only 100 words so I’m not wasting them 
to analyse why that is.

The skill I have always wanted to master, and one 
that I secretly still want to 
is singing.

I don’t really like my voice. 
I am on the deeper end of the spectrum for ladies 
and I don’t think my speech is very melodic. 

Yet, there might be something to it. 

……….

Source: 365 Days of Writing Prompts, January 22

If you could choose to be a master of any skill, which skill would you pick?

Ok, I can’t leave it just like this. I really really really want to learn to sing. (Yes, the three reallys are necessary.) It’s not even about the singing…it’s more about finding and commanding my voice. The commanding part is actually crucial. I remember how terribly shy I was at school and how terrifying it was to sing in front of the whole class. Something I have managed, in some extend, to overcome (not the singing obviously, the shyness. Why do I feel like I’m over-explaining?).

As I mentioned, I don’t like my voice very much but I think it does have power and this power should be explored. Problem is, this is not something I can actually do on my own. I mean there are online courses and apps and whatnots. But. What I really need is an affirmation of a real person, that maybe, there is a tiny bit of a chance that I could learn to sing to an extend where I’m not ashamed to use my vocal cords.

Which is fine. I need a singing teacher/ vocal coach person. This is the part where I miss not living in London anymore. I would not want to live or work in London again. That is not what I’m saying. I still love London. And I miss it. But I don’t want to go back. I do, but just to visit. It’s August and I haven’t been this year yet…stupid virus. The point, let’s get to the point….everything is easy in London. You want to try something, you have at least ten different options to choose from. In Slovakia (where I’m now), you’ll be lucky to find one. Exploring various skills in your adulthood is not a very strong trend here. Of course, there are singing courses…for children. I feel so old it this country.