Cold… #Poetry

 

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Cold

Frost white morning

I slip my head beneath my duvet

No way are my feet moving

From this warm cover

Today I stay hidden from the world

To dream of things to come

A future made of stardust

 With bright green jewels

A land where you leave a wish

Knowing it will come true…

©anitadawes 2020

#Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 160 #SynonymsOnly

Anita has composed an etheree poem this week for Colleen’s words CALM and PRESENT.

Slow

Running

Cool water

Smooth round boulders

Ancient hands have touched

They speak of memory

Old-time tingling my fingers

Something new begins, today’s thought

Standing on history, time waiting

To awaken again by someone’s touch…

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 12- January 13th, 2020

 

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When miraculous things happen

the mind screams in disbelief

while lying in a meadow

the summer sun striking the daisies gold

There he stood, the unicorn from my scrapbook

Alive in splendour, his flowing mane and tail

white and gold, blue eyes that cannot be forgotten

He moved towards me his thoughts inside my head

“Come follow me, stay awhile in my world.”

That’s when I heard the warning bell

The land of the fey is no place

for mortals to stay too long

To eat their food is to lose your soul,

lose time in your own world

Your family thinking you lost, move on,

grow older while you stay the same

Should I risk one minute

in this Alice in Wonderland moment?

My heart said yes, my mind said no

Keep your childhood wonders in picture form

Get up, run for home…

©anitadawes 2020

Butterfly Cinquain by Anita

We noticed a lovely Butterfly Cinquain on Colleen Chesebro’s site this morning, you can see it here further down the page.

Anita liked it so much, she wrote one of her own…

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Butterfly Cinquain

Soft hands

One touch, last touch

Love lost in memory

Cold pillow wet, by midnight tears

Heart broke

Only touch again in dreaming

Lips to meet in shadows

Sunlight removes

Lost hands

©anitadawes
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