image of Bee after hair loss

🐝 Too much & a #Poem πŸ™‹β€β™€οΈ


This cancer-chemo-thing sucks at times. Sorry for my language. 😧

Spent this week organising appointments. That’s something I don’t enjoy at the best of times. Now… seems to take out everything of me. 🀯

However, I manage to do it now and not procrastinate for weeks… Looks like it teaches you stuff too. πŸ‘

But I still need to learn to accept my limits. That doesn’t come easy… 🧐

Happy Friday, folks! I hope you can rock life and find happiness in unexpected places πŸ™‹β€β™€οΈπŸ

This cold grabs my heart

Silently sadness creeps in

Hear the cockerel Call

Napoleon with three of his 12 ladies

Poem on Friday: Cassandra is Calling ~ Bi-lingual

April 2020

She definitely screams and shouts now πŸ˜”

Sometime in 2012

…. maybe even louder now!

Cassandra is calling

Cassandra is calling
but Europa again
falls for the bull.There is no
new kingdom
awaiting her though!

Even lugubrious storm clouds
are fleeing
her countries!

There is no
hope for her
ancient cities!

But the
wise and brave
try anyhow!

There is no
care or reason
with the powerful!

Will they
listen to
her people?

Will they
listen and learn
or lose forever?

Cassandra is calling
calling and calling

but there is no
for her calls!

April 2020

Sie schreit jetzt definitiv so laut sie kann

Irgendwann in 2012

….. vielleicht jetzt sogar noch lauter!

Cassandra Ruft

Cassandra ruft
aber Europa ist wieder
dem Bullen verfallen!

Doch da wartet
kein neues Koenigreich
auf sie!

Sogar drohende
Sturmwolken entfliehen
ihren Laendern!

Da gibt es
keine Hoffnung mehr
fuer Ihre alten Staedte!

Aber die
Weisen und Mutigen
versuchen es trotzdem!

Da ist keine
Sorgfalt oder Verstand
mit den Maechtigen!

Werden sie
ihren Menschen

Werden sie
zuhoeren und lernen
oder fuer immer verlieren?

Cassandra ruft
und ruft und ruft!

Aber da gibt es
keinen Konsumenten
fuer ihre Rufe!

line of clouds over North Norfolk sea and beach

Blast from the Past: Eucalyptus Tree/ Eukalyptusbaum

Eucalyptus Tree

neighbour from southern continent

dancing and bending

waving and dreaming

throwing a trance

of simmering heat

over me



Nachbar von suedlichem Kontinent

tanzend und sich niederbeugend

winkend und traeumend

wirft eine Trance

simmernder Hitze

ueber mich

Quote of the Day ~ Artists ~ Pablo Picasso

Hello dear readers, how are you feeling today? I hope you are well but if you feel down rest assured, you are in my prayers.

Today I am sharing a quote by and a documentary about Pablo Picasso one of my favourite artists. I am not saying much more about it. Just enjoy:

Every child is an artist.

The challenge is to remain an artist

after you grow up”


Pablo Picasso”

Video Credit: Star Arts via YouTube

Can’t remember when

I first encountered your art

watch these spring faces

Happy Friday to you all! πŸ™‚

Just one more thing before you go: The hospital that is treating me is fundraising for a dedicated breast cancer unit which would allow same-day diagnosis and better premises for patients and staff.

Please, if you can spare a little money hop over to theirΒ Just Giving PageΒ and give as little or much as you can. Or share the page on your social media. Your support means a lot to me! Thank you very much.

photo of sunrise at Trimmingham Beach, UK, November 2019

Blast from the Past: Black Wings Stretched ~ #poem

Hi there dear readers. Lovely to have you here for a short post. I hope life gives you a break and you can enjoy a wonderful day!

It’s 1AM where I live when this post goes up. In about 8 hours I’ll see the doctor to find out what kind of cancer treatment will await me in the next view months.

I have scheduled a couple of “blast from the past” posts just in case I don’t feel like blogging. Please bear with me.

I’ll keep you updated as soon as I can. Thanks so much for your good thoughts and prayers. I appreciate it a lot πŸ™‹β€β™€οΈ.

And for today a short poem from many moons ago 😁:

“Black wings stretched ~ Cormorant rests on windy beach ~ Couple holding hands

#ThrowbackThursdayNaNoWriMo ~ A poem

Nov 2019

I wrote this poem in November 2017. Have Fun 😁


β€œNot sane
At all!” Me
In the weeks
On waiting.
All fine! Just
Lots of writing.
Novels &
Verging on
Elation after so much

What the hell
R you doing?”
I look up
I #amwriting”
Not saying though
β€œGo away!”
My soul mate
One with
Not understanding
The appeal of
Hundreds of words each day!

Second #152 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee ~ Halloween

October 2019

In 2014 and 2015 I did a blog event on my old blog which was called “A Prompt A Day For Bee“. I wrote a poem a day for a year but re-reading my posts I realised I did no 152 twice. Find the other post here. As this one had a topic I decided to put it on that day. Hope you enjoy it anyway πŸ™‚

October 2014

There are not many holidays that are more loved and hated than Halloween. And there are not many holidays which are more misunderstood than Halloween.

Halloween is often seen by practising Christian as an evil or heathen holiday that should not be celebrated. This belief has its origins in the churches early discrimination of the ancient pagan religion to make sure its own belief would thrive.

Samhain, as it is called in Celtic cultures, was meant to be the end of the harvest season and it was believed that the veil between life and death got thin. Spirits might come into this reality and spoil the new harvest or life-stock. Bonfires were lit and ghost masks were worn to either scare ghosts away or to pacify them. It was also seen as a good time for divination. Today’s Halloween of trick-or-treating has not been popular before 1911 when it started in the West of the United States.

I believe that religions were not created to destroy other believes but to show humans a way to find peace with the uncertainties of life and to live together in harmony. However, humans are fearful creatures and it often seems to be easier to fight what one does not understand than to learn about the new and different.

Even though I do not practise any religion as such I like that idea that the veil between life and death is thin and I like to believe that I have a closer connection to my ancestors on the 31 of October. That was one reason why my husband and I chose the 31st for our wedding day. We certainly have all the blessings of our ancestors in our marriage :-).

But that is enough about religion and Halloween. Let’s verse:


A thin veil
I greet
mothers and fathers
sisters and brothers
uncles and aunts.
Their blessings
asked for
with many
Β a treat.


Halloween on Wikipedia
Samhain on Wikipedia
Samhain on Huffington Post

Poem at Night: Newborn

Hello my dear readers, how is your day/night? I hope you are well and enjoy the diversity of the blogosphere. And if life is hard, let me send you a virtual hug.

I’ve just finished the draft for a post for a German poetry project, that will take up my time in November. It was born out of #frapalymo but will live on as “Lyrimo”. We are going to post a poetry prompt for every day in November and invite poets to share their ideas and poems.

I am very excited and maybe even manage to translate the prompts into English so my English-speaking readers can take part too.

But now I am tired (wasn’t there an hour longer at night? I should be fit and all… ) and leave you with some short poetry.

Getting creative

Newborn Poetry Project

I grave for vast skies

Take care of yourselves and read you sooner or later 😘