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Menolyrical; Final Friday Feature

So many sentences begun
so many left unsung
more yet the tales untold
waiting to unfold
the little one of life's seasons
the other of its reasons
another of the bigger stuff
deep and meaningful guff
many attempts to lay words down
hitting a wall beginning to frown
the imperative to write
always ending in a fight
the inner sort and not with fists
the toll is there upon my wrists
one NaNoWriMo product lingers
120k words dropped from my fingers
in the laptop four years fallow
for me to give the time and wallow
in that distant world begun
many its songs as yet unsung...

ⒸYAM 2023

Have you all thought of something to make a feature of for Final Friday? If so, share it as a hyperlink in the comments (I show you how on the 'rulez' page). The wee ditty above fell out when a prompt came to think about past projects and unfinished items. Will that story get resurrected? Truth be told, it lies on Voovoo the Vaio. I need to do one final full system backup - however, it was written on software particular to the machine, and if I really want to think of using it, then it needs to be transcribed onto Google docs. That requires some fire in the belly that I lack at the moment. Still, it gave me something to share on this first Final Friday!

How did you go with yesterday's post? Any thoughts, memories, or other sharing? Remember to walk in Love.


  1. Not sure of the final Friday. I think I will share some of my art.
    Coffee is on and stay safe

  2. I remember when you were writing those 120k words and hope something still of value can be retrieved.
    Cheers, Gail (who will try harder next month to find something to share for FFF).

  3. Hi Yam - nothing like you ... but your poem says much! I'm still trying to catch myself up - as usual. Sunny morning - which is lovely! Cheers and have a peaceful weekend ... Hilary

  4. 120k words to transcribe - that sounds formidable. Surely there is some digital tool to do the move? Who knows maybe not. F is so tech challenged that after trying to get her tablet to do Google Meet she now can't comment on some Blogger blogs from it (only some mind) - what setting has she changed that did that? Doh. Anyway here is our offering for today https://tiggerswee-blog.blogspot.com/2023/01/ratty.html furrings and purrings Mr T

    1. Hari Om
      The problem lies in the file format of that particular software... and I can't recall if it saves to PDF, which would save a lot of trouble... I'll get around to opening up and finding out one day! Thanks for joining in FFF, I'll pop over this arvo and read! Yxx

    2. We have fixed the google login to comment problem (your's was one, so we commented from work computer instead - therefore clearly just a tablet setting, which we seem to have fixed by changing something in permitted cookies).

  5. Regarding yesterday's post, I am not a fan of flags and national celebration. All too often xenophobia, jingoism and other nasty traits are the result. It astounds me that pieces of coloured bunting evoke such reactions. Our neighbours to the south are a classic example of flag hysteria, and Nazi Germany perfected the role of coloured cloth to incite people to commit terrible acts. The Holocaust should never be forgotten, not should we permit it to be denied. Tragically, antisemitism is on the rise again with the same old tropes being trotted out. Since the tragedies of Auschwitz and Sobibor, of Treblinka and Dachau, there have been the Killing Fields of Cambodia, ethnic cleansing in Rwanda, and the rise of fascism around the world. We are really good at killing each other and continue to do so, unchecked and with new methods to do it more efficiently. We are a sad bunch.

    1. Hari OM
      Thanks for taking up the conversation from yesterday, David. Are you not proud on Canada Day, then? Flags defiinitely incite pride in one's nationality and sense of identity... but I totally agree that far too often there is the negative connotation that arises in those who are determined to be more territorial and purist. Even yesterday again this week there have been many protests in OZ as "anti-Australia Day"... and that includes many non-aboriginal Aussies like myself. It is not that there ought not to be a national day, but it would make more sense that, like India, it was about gaining independence from British government (Jan 1st, 1901)... and the 26th could be used like today is, for remembrance of the not-so-pretty bits of mass migration.

      It is because I have been disturbed at the rise of what has been rather peculiarly termed as "populist politics" that I have taken up this review of history on the bloggy this year... no one wanting to officially go on record to name what is happening in so many places for what it is. What is happening under Modi's rulership in India is heart breaking - for as many Hindus as Muslims and other faiths. Between him and Putin.... 😔 Yes, indeed, we are a sad bunch. Yxx

  6. Your poem is easy for me to read and understand and some of it I feel myself. Most poetry I don't 'get' but this one I do. Hope you can find a way to make it easy to save your writings.
    I chose photos and how I created them for my feature... that is the me you know

  7. Canada Day comes and goes for me like any other day, YAM. It does not invoke great feelings of pride or other patriotic sentiments. I am never sure what being a "proud Canadian" means. I am neither proud nor "unproud." I am very proud of some decisions made and actions taken by my country, but deeply disgusted and ashamed by others. I do not wave the flag. I saw vividly how that appeal to loyalty can be distorted in the so-called Freedom Convoy in Ottawa in February 2022. Last Canada Day, on the street where I live, only three houses flew a flag or bedecked their yards, and I found that encouraging.

  8. YAM what beautiful words...from you mind's eye to you fingers.
    Hugs Cecilia

  9. What a heartfelt poem, and one that hits close to home...So much to write about...so much(both mental and physical) getting in the way of completing it...

    Here is ours:
    This is my FFF post!

  10. Terrific poem. I love it! I am sure you will get the info from the old machine to the new...eventually...I too have things on old hard drives. With old text, I have discovered that scanned documents do convert to text, but it does take some editing...not my favourite thing to do unless it is totally necessary.

  11. I think your poem can ring true for many bloggers. Sometimes I struggle to find things to post about.
    As for yesterday's post...a little back story about my mother. She was born in 1934 to a Jewish father and Lutheran mother on the coast in northern Germany. Her father and grandfather owned businesses relating to the shipping industry. On Kristallnacht her father was taken away and eventually was put in the Sachsenhausen concentration camp. My mother, her mother and her paternal grandfather, who lived with them, were all taken to the police station that night. My mom didn't remember this (she was only four and has memories of being terrified and hiding behind a piece of furniture), but it was discovered when her brother (born in the USA) visited their hometown in 2007. My mother's family had already started the process to immigrate to the USA (thanks to a relative living in Chicago that could sponsor them) prior to that fateful November night. The details are a bit sparce, but the bottom line is my grandfather was released from Sachsenhausen if he promised to leave the country and never come back. As you may have guessed the family all made it to the USA.
    My grandfather never talked about his time in Germany except one summer when all his grandchildren were visiting. My mom remembers that while her grandfather was alive it would anger her father that his father still communicated with people in Germany after the war.
    Why am I telling you this? I wonder what the generational trauma of those experiences did to my mother and her brother and also in shaping my family. If you are interested in reading more about my mom and her journey back to Germany in 2008 (her first time since she was four years old). You can read about it on a blog she started to record those memories. I recommend you start at the beginning in 2008 and work backwards. The information about her trip ends with the October posts.

    1. Hari OM
      Oh, my word, Cindy - what a wonderful blog you have pointed us to!!! I have already read the first month's posts and have it bookmarked to dip into a little each day. Such a valuable personal record. Thank you so much for sharing this family story and helping to keep that history. Blogging - what a great medium for recording everything in life... the good, the bad and the ugly. Love from here to yonder, YAM xx


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