Sorry. I was too busy, and the prompt Dismembered only made me think macabre thoughts, or of the Knights who say Ni! none of it good for any poetry.
I did not draw anything either - it is a drawing prompt too, and I usually draw something with the prompts as well. But not today.
And now it's Tuesday, and I see that I forgot to press "Publish". Double sorry. I promise to be back soon!
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
tirsdag den 11. november 2025
søndag den 9. november 2025
Sunday Selections ~ Søndagsbilleder ~ Colour25
Månedens farve er jo denne skønne himmelblå. Og vi har set mere til den blå himmel de seneste dage end jeg lige havde regnet med. Jeg glemte bare lige at tage billeder, hvor det kan ses at himlen faktisk er himmelblå.
The colour of November is this lovely blue. We've seen more blue skies than I expected these last days, but I did not focus on photographing the blue sky.
-- En valgpåmimndelse til de kommende lokalvalg.
Oh, what a wonderful morning -- -- 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪♩𝆕𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅮 -- -- Åh, sikken morgen så dejlig
Himlen var BLÅ! -- The skies were BLUE!
Himlen var BLÅ! -- The skies were BLUE!
Et fint byt en bog-hus, som jeg mødte på min cykeltur i går. Bogstaverne er i hvert fald blå
-- 📘 --
A nice grab a book, leave a book hpuse, I spied while biking yesterday. Nice blue letters.
-- 📘 --
A nice grab a book, leave a book hpuse, I spied while biking yesterday. Nice blue letters.
Local elections coming up. A reminder to vote -- ❌
Vores busser er også blå, i hvert fald delvist -- 🚍 -- Our buses are blue, partially at least.
onsdag den 5. november 2025
Words for Wednesday ~ Only the Words
& IWSG November 225
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually
taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
We were given these words:
Dog
Night
Bed
Knowledge
Move
and/or:
Years
Stupid
Help
Craftsmanship
Lost
I might write something later today, maybe it'll be a couple of days ... I don't know. Time and inspiration are both elusive partners.
November 1 question - When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?
My answer - This is a question that has a very ... strange ... answer. I began writing even before starting school ;) At that time I imagined myself living in a small, simple house in the countryside, near the woods, with a big garden, where I worked sowing, weeding, picking etc. during daytime and mostly in the summer. I'd spend the evenings and most of winter spinning, dyeing, weawing baskets, woodcrafting, making syrups and elixirs like an oldfashioned withch, and creating stuff and writing.
This is actually not a far shot from how I live today, but the road to here has been more bumpy than I imagined as a young child, and I'm still not a published writer.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of co-ordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise it is still to be discerned who will take over this role, River is doing it for the rest of 2025, but maybe Lissa will eventually be our new coordinator.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to our mind.
This month the words are again supplied by Sean Jeating, who thankfully stepped in when our regular supplier was MIA, and can be found at River's blog.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
We were given these words:
Dog
Night
Bed
Knowledge
Move
and/or:
Years
Stupid
Help
Craftsmanship
Lost
I might write something later today, maybe it'll be a couple of days ... I don't know. Time and inspiration are both elusive partners.
- - A - - B - - C - -
November 1 question - When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?My answer - This is a question that has a very ... strange ... answer. I began writing even before starting school ;) At that time I imagined myself living in a small, simple house in the countryside, near the woods, with a big garden, where I worked sowing, weeding, picking etc. during daytime and mostly in the summer. I'd spend the evenings and most of winter spinning, dyeing, weawing baskets, woodcrafting, making syrups and elixirs like an oldfashioned withch, and creating stuff and writing.
This is actually not a far shot from how I live today, but the road to here has been more bumpy than I imagined as a young child, and I'm still not a published writer.
mandag den 3. november 2025
Poetry Monday :: Funeral
Poetry Monday - what's that? It is a blogging game, that Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the
prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is
taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with
her husband as far as we can tell. We just hope she's going to take
back over once she returns home.
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is Funeral. This prompt almost gave me the jitters, in this past years there's been way too many deaths and funerals for my liking. I hope this poem is the last word on that subject for a long time to come.
A funeral is a sad thing
but also part of life's ring
We're born, we grow, we multiply,
and one day in our cask we lie:
While you can cry, and do feel sad
remember all the fun we had.
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Begravelse. Jeg fik næsten nervøse trækninger af det ord. Der har været alt for mange dødsfald og begravelser i mit liv det seneste års tid. Jeg håber det her stikord er det sidste, jeg hører til det i et godt stykke tid fremover. Jeg kunne ikke finde på noget, men så kom jeg i taner om et digt, jeg skrev en forårsdag for snart 17 år siden. Det får I så.
Alt for hastigt med mig løber livet,
bort med mig og hvad jeg er og tror.
Alt for kort er tiden jeg fik givet
til at bo på denne grønne jord.
Hvert minut, hver uge, dag og time
vil jeg bruge, vil jeg passe på,
til jeg hører dødens klokker kimer
og mit bange hjerte går i stå.
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.
Today's prompt is Funeral. This prompt almost gave me the jitters, in this past years there's been way too many deaths and funerals for my liking. I hope this poem is the last word on that subject for a long time to come.
A funeral is a sad thing
but also part of life's ring
We're born, we grow, we multiply,
and one day in our cask we lie:
While you can cry, and do feel sad
remember all the fun we had.
- - A - - B - - C - -
Hvad er Mandagsdigtet? Det er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt! - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
Stikordene kommer nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.
Dagens stikord er: Begravelse. Jeg fik næsten nervøse trækninger af det ord. Der har været alt for mange dødsfald og begravelser i mit liv det seneste års tid. Jeg håber det her stikord er det sidste, jeg hører til det i et godt stykke tid fremover. Jeg kunne ikke finde på noget, men så kom jeg i taner om et digt, jeg skrev en forårsdag for snart 17 år siden. Det får I så.
Alt for hastigt med mig løber livet,
bort med mig og hvad jeg er og tror.
Alt for kort er tiden jeg fik givet
til at bo på denne grønne jord.
Hvert minut, hver uge, dag og time
vil jeg bruge, vil jeg passe på,
til jeg hører dødens klokker kimer
og mit bange hjerte går i stå.
- - - - - - - Coming Themes - - - - - - - -
taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.
Nov 10 Dismembered
Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
søndag den 2. november 2025
Sunday Selection :: October ~ November :: Søndagsbilleder
Ja, der er blevet november, men kun lige, derfor indeholder søndagens billeder både
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
It is November, but only just. My Sunday selection will contain both
the colour of November, and
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som er novembers farve og
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som er novembers farve og
the colour of October.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som var oktobers farve.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
som var oktobers farve.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Breakfast for the chickens, All Saint's day, Saturday, November 1.
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Visiting the grave of the Walrus and GrannyOwl on All Soul's day, November 2nd. The turtle is from the grandkids, GrannyOwl liked turtles. The half-melted cat in the background is one she crafted, it's left to melt away. 
-- 🔶 -- 🔷 --
Sunset today, All Soul's Day.
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