Song Lyric Sunday – 4 October 2020 – User choice

Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. Jim has given us a free choice this week rather than a choice of words to be included in the title or lyrics. I think that a lot of regular contributors will, like me, be thrown by having to make an extra decision. But decide I must (and that is the first decision – to start a sentence with ‘But’. My primary school teacher, Mrs Slaney, would be horrified!

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

I tend to ‘collect’ songs in a file that could possibly be used, at some later date, in SLS. Sometimes, I totally miss a perfect match and think later what a complete imbecile I have been. Nothing new there then!

My choice, this week, is an artist that I admire tremendously. I wish that I could write poetry such as she does.

No other explanation is needed.

The few Lyrics that are required are on the video.

Play it seven times and consume it, or let it consume you.

and if you get carried away with Enya…..try this

“So I could find my way”

I could quite happily spend all day listening to Enya.  There is something ethereal about her songs.  I do so hope that you can experience just a small portion of what I do.

Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

His right pupil had already blown and dropped to the base of his iris. Now his nose was falling off. That cosmetic surgeon sure was a clown.

Sometimes What Matters

I’ve loved everything about Colleen’s Chatter Blog ever since I found it. You will love it too! Sometimes, what matters comes in neat packages. Damnit, I love it!

The Chatter Blog

Love isn’t about everything being perfect.

Or always being easy.

Love is about everything that matters.

And sometimes what matters,

Isn’t easy.

Or perfect.

But damnit, you love it.

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