This week’s theme islonelyand the image is below. Here is the song snippet from “Lonely Is The Night,” a song written and performed by Billy Squier in 1981.
Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone
Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own
Lonely is the night when there’s no one left to call
You feel the time is right, say the writing’s on the wall
Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. I will try to visit everyone who links back to this post. 🙂
This week’s theme isladyand the image is below. Here is the song snippet from “For My Lady,” a song written by Ray Thomas of the Moody Blues and recorded by them in 1972.
Oh I’d give my life so lightly
For my gentle lady
Give it freely and completely
To my lady
I was told to be lady like when I was growing up
But I was more of a tomboy, interested in rough and ready play
I identified myself with my three brothers much to the despair of my father
It was only when I grew up and was wiser in the ways of the world
That I realized that a lady is not the one who dresses or behaves daintily
But the one with impeccable morals and kind and gentle heart
This week’s theme isbutterflyand the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Elusive Butterfly,” a 1966 song by Bob Lind.
Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love
The butterfly fluttered from flower to flower, closely followed by little feet. Shirley wanted to catch it just once. To see what those gossamer wings were made off. Why the colors shimmered in the sunlight. If she could hold it in her hands she would be so happy.
Her mom was looking at her efforts from the park bench. She was sure that with the natural agility of the butterfly, her daughter won’t be able to harm it. But just then she heard Shirley’s triumphant cry. She held the butterfly between her two chubby fingers.
“Oh no baby, you shouldn’t have done this. Now its wings will be damaged and it won’t be able to fly!”
“But I want it! It’s so pretty” Shirley said petulantly.
Her mom gently pried her fingers open and thankfully the butterfly flitted away. She sat her daughter down and explained the idea of letting all living things live in their own way and to be respectful of their rights too.
This prompt took me back to my own childhood when I wanted to keep the colorful butterfly for myself. I was also gently told that these beautiful creatures are to be seen and admired from a distance and that we couldn’t own them.