‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ New Image Prompt Week #39. Join in The Fun! #IARTG #FlashFiction @pursoot

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Photo by Amanda Cottrell from Pexels

I have to say the super dog looks set to catch the corn dog
A lot more fun than the Millenium Wheel in London
However, my granddaughter looking over my should said
It looks like a giant fan. That would keep the room real cool
She’s right, but I cannot imagine it in my living room
I would love to take a ride on it with my granddaughter
That night, as I slept on one of the hottest nights of the year
With my microscopic fan, compared to the super dog
Wishing so hard that a cool breeze would come and help me sleep
If I could dream the breeze that crossed my bed then
There would be no need for electric fans
Thank God for hotdogs, as we call them
The mind is a wonderful thing…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday… #Poetry

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 215, #POET’SCHOICE

Don’t
You know
Tomorrows
Ghosts looking back
They forgot to say
Of yesterday’s best play
Had fallen short of screaming
Looking now to send chills down spines
Beware of ghosts that see tomorrows
Fear that lives under beds, behind curtains…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#MLMM Wordle #229 #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Books take us on strange journeys
One minute, a sunny teenager
Next, we flee danger, seek shelter
Get a grip, turn the page
Dress for the next chapter
Round each new corner, surprises wait
Demons, ghosts, colour blinding moments
Wild animal chasing, you have become the hunted
Breach the empty space in front of you
Enter the new stellar universe
Stas so many you cannot count
Do you stay among the stars, or find your way home
Will you wake with the open book on your lap?
Did you read your journey, or dream it?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week…

Being without a main pc for the last few days, has found me doing things a little differently. I thought ot would be a miserable time, frustration and annoyance dominating everything.

Life with an unaccustomed laptop is certaily slower, giving me plenty of time to think as I am forced to wait for even the simplest jobs. So I have been doing a lot of really deep thinking.

I have come to realise that my life has been slowly changing into something I no longer recognise these last few months. Where once I was a writer/blogger who somehow managed t fit in everything else, I have changed into a carer, someone who tries to do other things. Sometimes I manage it, but more often, I don’t.

I have no problem with any of this, it is what it is, after all, but being a carer is a very responsible job and not easy in todays uncertain times. I pray that I will not need to call the doctor, of have to take Anita back to the hospital. She is determined to stay well enough to avoid this, but sometimes a little reassurance from a doctor would be good.

The second hand pc arrives later today, and I sincerely hope installing it is as painless as the last one. Everything transferred as if by magic, so I have my fingers crossed!

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #38 #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity

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Like dust dancing in sunlight, free running,
the dolphins do it better. their joy is catching
I swim with the memory in mind
Trying to dive in and out of the water
A smooth grey dolphin for a few seconds
Is all I can manage
Their energy and strength is missing from my body
Yet floating like dust, I feel the peace at being one with the water
In my mind, a small child takes hold of my dorsal fin.
Waiting for that special moment when we cut through the waves
Like a hot knife through butter
A warm feeling of joy, like nothing you can buy…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week…

I started the week in good spirits despite having a roaring toothache.

There is so much I want to do, book and writing-wise. The bonsai are beginning to wake up, and the garden is still a jungle. Several jobs have been neglected around the house, but I am learning to move from room to room with my eyes averted!

Seriously though, I am beginning to wonder about my job description.

  • Head cook and bottle washer
  • Housekeeper and accounts clerk
  • Part-time carer and medication assistant
  • Full time writer/blogger/editor
  • Bonsai enthusiast and part-time gardener

DIY/decorator should be on this list, but I just can’t make myself do it.  Not sure how I can manage to fit everything in, but I must try. Even though I am aware of that old maxim, Jack of all Trades, master of none…

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The dentist assured me that there was no infection last week and that the aching hole in my gum would stop hurting very soon. I didn’t believe him then, and I wasn’t buying it now, for the pain is worse, accompanied by some severe throbbing. Made an appointment to see him on Thursday.

While I waited, I tried to find any trace of the creative spark in my head and failed, so I resigned to doing routine work on the computer. This wasn’t easy either, what with the pain in my mouth and the granddaddy of all headaches, but it was something.

After a speedy Xray, the dentist had to admit I had an infection. My swollen gum must have cinched it, and I toddled off home with some strong antibiotics.

A walk around the garden provided me with some lovely images to close with…

See you soon, hopefully with news of some progress!

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #355

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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Ticky Tacky

Standing on the edge of forever
With a mist around my feet
I wish I could see tomorrow
Where we are the same, yet different.
Underneath our boxes made of ticky tacky
What hides there?
We are, by our very nature, nosy, curious.
We would like to know
what happens behind closed doors.
What are you thinking inside your tiny box?
Made from all your years.
Would you break out if you could
Surprise the world with what you do next?

© Anita Dawes 2021

For those of you unfamiliar with the expression Ticky Tacky, here is the song that made it famous…

and the lyrics…

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there’s doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

By Malvina Reynolds

A Welsh Acrostic Poem for all our welsh followers (and Sir Tom Jones!)

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(The longest named place in Wales, UK)

Little do they know
Lilliput is a great
Adventure, no matter your age.
Nana said reading it keeps her young
Father frowned in his usual way.
Aunt Mo said she would like to visit,
In another time and space
Round the universe with Gulliver
Perhaps one day
We all should go.
Let’s save that adventure for another day.
Looks like too much rain right now.
Grandma needs her medicine,
Will you take it to her today?
You are going right past her house.
Nothing else to take while I’m at it?
Gravy boat we promised to return.
You sure that’s it?
Looking around quick, I nodded
Lost for words, he went on his way,
Good job done,
Over to the couch I flopped.
Get my ten-minute cat nap.
Energised, I will
Return to work.
Yesterdays plants still need doing.
Catch the last rays of sunshine.
Holes dug, earth turned, I am
Well on my way.
Year ahead full of spuds and carrots
Rhubarb too
Nice in a crumble
Dad will need extra
Rhubarb pie is enough to freeze.
Often keep some back for gran
Better make sure to plant extra
With father john wanting some for the
Lovely village fair
Local farmers ply their wares.
Lovely toffee apples, sticky sweets
Attract a crowd that stay too late.
Nice time of day to walk around.
Talk to folk with smiling faces.
Yesterday’s rain all forgotten.
Sunshine bright, birds singing.
I for one
Like my life
In
 Overabundant, 
Glory
Over again, I would do it twice
Greet new faces that long for life,
On long hot
Glorious summer days
Off to
Catch those words.
Happy smiles that say you’re back again…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 70- February 22 2021

Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash

(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-colored house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground)

We’re not in Kansas, Doris.
Look at the tower of glass behind us
You don’t see them back home
I hope it’s rooted better than we are
I have tried clicking my heels three times
We’re still stuck in the ground
In which case, I suggest you wake up my love
She looks after me, even when I’m sleeping

© Anita Dawes 2021