COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE #Haiku #Cinquain #Tanka #66: Destination & Guide

Colleen’s back with her synonym poetry challenge!

The words to (not) use are:

Destination & Guide

First, a haiku

 

Watercolour, Watercolor, Painting, Blend

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Manouvering leaves
From branches to the wet ground
Final resting-place

Ritu 2018

Then a Cinquain

 

Boys, School, Teacher, Education, Asia

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Teacher
Setting targets
Planning, Stretching, Marking
Helping to fulfil ambitions
Mentor

Ritu 2018

And a tanka (as it’s Tuesday!)

 

Kiss, Kisses, Puppy Kitten, Dog Cat

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My inspiration
You lead me through the darkness
Aiming for the light
With your advice, I’ll reach
What’s written in my kismet

Ritu 2018

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Tanka #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #183 Magic & Hope

Late by a day for Ron’s challenge, but I took my New Year’s Resolution to heart yesterday, and as I was suffering from the beginnings of a migraine, I stepped back from my online world and just went to bed! Still, I’m back now!

Lovely Ron with his Haiku Challenge prompt words this week:

Magic & Hope

 

Italy, Sunrise, Sky, Clouds, Beautiful

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Magical sunrise
Bringing hope for the new day
A new dawn has come

Ritu 2018

 

#JusJoJan – January 9th, 2018 – Coffee

Day nine of #JusJoJan!

I’m going to try to write on each of the prompts!

Today the prompt is:

Your prompt for January 9th, 2018, brought to you by the lovely Barbara, is “Coffee.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Barbara at her blog, “TeleportingWeena link: https://teleportingweena.wordpress.com/

Thanks Barbara!!

Coffee

I can’t stand coffee!

It just doesn’t taste good to me.

I am firmly a tea drinker.

Being as I am an Indian, born in England to Kenyan-born Indian parents, I think there is a heck of a lot of tea culture flowing in my veins! After all, tea is the drink of the British and the Indians, and tea grows in India, and Kenya… (Though Kenya is a coffee-growing nation too!)

But then when I see people drinking coffee, they appear much more grown up. Does that make sense to you?

It’s as if my naturally sweet palate can’t take the bitterness of the coffee beans.

I have tried it, sipped tiny sips, attempted coffee cake, and even sweets, but no!

And if I was to find that random coffee sweet in a Marvels packet – I want to be sick!

One of the hardest experiences in my life?

I worked for a call centre for Nestle, and we dealt with the catering side of the business, and in order to be able to discuss the various coffees Nescafe have to offer, we were invited to head office to have a coffee tasting session!

The rest of the team knew I hated the stuff and they watched me throughout the morning, as I was subjected to what felt like hundreds of tiny cups of various coffees. And the worst thing? I couldn’t just quickly swallow it either! There was a need to swill it around the mouth, kind of like wine-tasting, the writing down how it tasted on all parts of the tongue! Ewww!

Having said that I can’t stand the stuff, I am pretty okay at making a decent cup, apparently!

I make Hubby Dearest a daily cup in his travel mug to take to work, and I can make a frothy coffee by hand, after being taught by an employer from a long time ago, who liked her coffee sweet and milky. I used to add the coffee and sugar, a drop pr two of milk and then whip it up a frenzy, until it was a creamy foam at the bottom of the cup. When the water was added, and the extra milk, it was almost cappuccino-like!

But no, I definitely don’t want to drink the stuff myself.

Then you get my 12-year-old son who loves the taste of coffee sweets, and I won’t allow him to drink coffee regularly, as I think he is too young for caffeine (no, my kids don’t drink soft drinks either, unless its a very special occasion!) but when he gets a chance, a Latte from Costa is his thing!

Is he more grown up than me? Oo-er!

But no thank you – I’ll stick to my cup of Chai!

 

See you tomorrow! Oh, and yesterday at school was a manic day, as I thought it would be, but I’m still here, as I always am, and am counting the days to the weekend lol!

If you want to find a full list of rules and the daily prompts visit here.

 

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#JusJoJan – January 8th, 2018 – Pants

Day eight of #JusJoJan!

I’m going to try to write on each of the prompts!

Today the prompt is:

Your prompt for January 8th, 2018, brought to you by the many-layered Pensitivity, is “Pants.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Pen at her blog, “Pensitivity101” to read her post and say hi!  😀 Here’s her link: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/

Thanks, dear Pen!!

Pants.

That is how I feel this morning, actually!

Because I’m back at work today.

It should have been last Thursday, where I could have eased my way back into a new term with two INSET (staff training ) days, but because of the impromptu sick bug visit to our house, I was incapacitated, and unable to go in.

But that means back to the grindstone today… with all the children in too, and me feeling like a fish out of water, as I honestly don’t feel like I know what I am doing today!

It’s been a long time since I have felt so bleurgh about going back to work.

Hopefully, it’s just the post-holiday blues…

Oh well.

See you tomorrow, where I hope I will be able to tell you things are all just fine and dandy at school!

If you want to find a full list of rules and the daily prompts visit here.

 

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#JusJoJan – January 7th, 2018 – Indelible

Day seven of #JusJoJan!

I’m going to try to write on each of the prompts!

Today the prompt is:

Your prompt for January 5th, 2018, brought to you by the fantastic photographer, Ruth, is “Indelible.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Ruth at her blog, “Image and Word” to read her post and say hi!  😀 Here’s her link: https://imageandword.wordpress.com/

Thanks, Ruth, for making me think!!

Now, the first thing that came to mind when thinking of the word indelible, was permanent marker!

A little backstory…

When Lil Man was truly little, we used to live in my in-laws’ house. Even though just the thought of that makes some peoples skin crawl, it was actually a great thing. I had so much support when I first got married, getting used to wifely duties and when my kids were born.

Though there was something I was hoping to change, slowly, and that was the decor. When we got engaged, there was this interesting maroon and gold flock wallpaper, reminiscent of the old school Indian restaurants, in the main living room.

Oh, it would have been pricey paper, but was just so old-fashioned! I saw the paper in our engagement photos (it’s a long story, but in certain stages of a Sikh engagement, traditionally the girl and boy aren’t together – that explanation deserves another post!) and was a bit alarmed!

As the wedding date was set, there commenced a big renovation project at Hubby Dearest’s house; walls being knocked through, new kitchen and bathroom, and lots of redecorating!

I was unable to be involved at this stage as I wasn’t formally part of the family, and there were no girls in the household, bar my Mother-in-Law. I gently encouraged my Hubby Dearest and his brother to go out with their parents to choose things for the house…

The reports I got back from some of his friends were that the woodwork looked great… there was loads of space… there wasn’t patterned carpet… Fantastic!

When we were finally married and I walked into the main living room as a bride, the room was full, and I mean FULL, of family and cameramen, ready to record this precious moment, lights blaring and all… and I thought I had stepped into Aladdin’s cave!

Because the flock paper had given way to more gold and maroon paper! It wasn’t flocked this time, but more embossed, and the in-laws’ had been sold it by some guy in a shop who had told them it was the in thing! And it was EXPENSIVE! (And no, the boys had NOT been there to help with this decision!)

Anyway, I had to learn to live with it, after all, I wasn’t the demanding daughter-in-law, and wasn’t about to get the whole place redecorated after they had spent so much money, with such love!

Now, back to the indelible part!

As kids grow up, they like to experiment. We all know that.

My son was no different. After he reached one, I went back to work part-time, and my in-laws’ looked after him.

One day my two/possibly three-year-old ( can’t remember his exact age when this happened!) was toddling around the house, as he was apt to, then went all silent.

My Father-in-Law likes to have writing implements all around the house, in case he needs to jot things down. Biros, pencils, markers: they are everywhere.

Lil Man took full advantage of this fact.

I arrived back from work to find that the front living room, the posh one, you know, the Aladdin’s cave, had been redecorated in one corner. Not a discreet, ‘we can hide it with a sofa’ corner, but up high, in full view, on one of the walls!

And with indelible ink!

Yes, in one pot, my Father-in-Law had left a permanent marker, a black one, which looked fun to draw with, and Lil Man used all his artistic abilities, defacing the wall, and his hands!

Thankfully the family saw the funny side, and who can be angry at a little child with the cutest of smiles?!

But we obviously couldn’t rid the wall of the stains, and my brother-in-law was getting married soon after…

So the big redecoration happened, and with me helping to choose, we decided upon no paper this time, but painted walls! It only took 9 years! And I’d already moved out of the house by this time!

See, that is one indelible memory!

See you tomorrow!

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