It has been a while since I have done this, but I thought I would play along today. Fandango takes us back to a former post on this day in a past year with his Flashback Friday
. This was a fun little post I did for “retro” back in 2019…
There once was a man named Stan
Who thought up a wild and crazy plan
A life of retro would be
Fun and fancy free
So he decked out his old panel van
This week we look back to my daily prompt post from 2017 … this is a post I did about my history and worst of times. I want to mention again there are options and places to go for help… there are others who have been through it, you are not alone. For this week’s FFF …
At the height of my ex-husbands drinking and my lowest moments I often thought the best option for me to get away from all the mess was to drive straight into a tree off the highway… thankfully I had a friend who saw how deep I had fallen and helped pull me back up.
Being in a household with a heavy alcoholic is hell, total isolation, guilt, shame, anger and a million more emotions all bottled up and shaken well and often. But the thing to remember is you are never alone. There are millions of ways to break free and get help that don’t have the disastrous results of this poem. Reach out, find help, you are NOT in this battle alone.
Al-anon http://al-anon.alateen.org/
Suicide hotline http://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ 1-800-273-8255
I was aware of the snow
But I left anyway
I had to get out
I had to get away
The house reeked of alcohol
Again you had too much
I had to get away
I had to get out
I felt the tires lose traction
And the impact with the tree
I had to get out
I had to get away
Unconsciousness turned the world grey
Maybe this was my escape
I had to get away
I had to get out
Saying goodbye to the life I knew
And hello to eternal peace
I got out
I got away
This weeks FFF goes back to 2017 when I wrote this poem for the word prompt of privacy…
Can I get a little privacy
A little time to myself
Where I’m not
Girlfriend, mother, daughter,
Sister, or even friend…
*
A time when I can just be me
And not trying to impress someone
Or take care of another
A time when I put myself first
Not second, third or further down the line
*
Maybe it is not privacy I need
Maybe it is a change in me I need
A determination to be put first
A strength not to be walked on
A confidence that I matter
*
…maybe it is just not in me
I thought I would take a minute to sneak in a FFF post this week. I am still behind but getting caught up slowly but surely. This poem was originally posted August 21st of 2017 here. It was written for the word prompt “trance.” I hope you like it!
Magical Forces
You walk in with such confidence
I can’t help but sigh
I am put in a trance
By the look in your eyes
I am under a spell by the way
Your mouth turns up on one side
And the sound of your voice
Resonates deeply within me
The look of strength in your hands
Though I know the gentleness of your touch
***
…oh how you do so much to me
without doing a thing
For Fandango’s Friday Flashback – August 21st
I am finally back to taking part in Fandango’s Friday Flashback (FFF)… giving a chance for new people to see old posts and remind loyal readers of days gone by. This poem was original posted here as a response to a daily prompt from Fandango of the word “moment”… I hope you enjoy it!
The moment I said hello
My world changed
When your attention
Your touch
Your taste
All drew me in
Somehow we just fit
And every moment was alive
I can’t say why it ended
Sometimes these things just do
But it left me with
Insatiable memories
Me still wanting you
I’ll settle for the next best thing
A friendship built on love
That never went away
But some days I still wonder
Can we get a second chance
A chance to once again
Rekindle what might have been
With your attention
Your touch
Your taste
All that drew me in
That night so long ago
When I first said hello
(I am about 2 hours past Friday but shhh, no one will notice.)
This week for Fandango’s Friday Flashback (FFF) we are going back to 2017 to this post for the daily prompt unmoored…
My hopes become unmoored
Along the sea of dreams,
To set sail on the night sky.
Drifting between the stars,
They trail down the milky way
Chasing comet tails.
They are searching for their destiny –
A vision in the darkness,
Of fantasy and wishes.
Every Friday Fandango asks us to look back through our past entries on this date of a previous year. This week we go back to 2017 When I was posting a weekly “Monochrome Monday” picture at the time. That is what I will share today…
This week I am also posting for the Weekly Photo Challenge as well as my Monochrome Monday. This was a picture from a bridge after a rain storm, I thought it fit the reflecting challenge quite well. Have a great week everyone!
The time has come again for a look back a year or more ago on what was posted on the 8th of May. I have chosen to revisit May 8th of 2017. It was a poem written for the daily prompt of exposed. I hope you enjoy it and why not post your our past work and link back to FFF.
I exposed my heart
Bared vulnerabilities
Only for your soul
You left me exposed
And shared with the world my pain
Leaving me naked
You didn’t care then
Don’t tell me that you care now
I’m exposed and raw
I have a picture of my grandpa on a shelf of my bookcase. Any photographer would look at it and say it was either underexposed for seeing him or over exposed for a silhouette. But it is one of my favorite pictures of him. It has a air of mystery to it that I love. And it puts him there by a lake in his ball cap (he always wore one fishing) looking at the horizon. I believe that picture inspired me the day I wrote this back in 2017, originally published here. Today I share if for FFF.
He was an avid fisherman
Would cast out his line
And be off in another world
Lost in the peace of the day
Soaking up the sun
Admiring the view
Living in the moment
Focused only on the rod
Waiting for that first slight bend
Hoping to catch the big one
I have to believe
He is still out on a lake
Catching one after another
At the whim of the wind
Wearing the wings of an angel
It is once again time to go back in time to find an old post from my archives of posts for FFF and share something that may be new to you. This poem was first posted on April 17th in 2017 here. It was for a daily prompt of climbing. I hope you enjoy it!
It is an uphill climb
The daily struggle called life
You have to keep moving forward
Or you will lose your momentum
Rocks and bushes will try to slow you down
But obstacles are no match
For sheer determination and survival instincts
The ultimate view from the top
Will be worth the journey of strife
So whatever you do
Just keep climbing…
Leigha Robbins 