#Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a #PhotoPrompt

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This month’s photo prompt has been provided by Willow Willers.

 

One

Small sign

India

Celebrating

Painted hands dancing

Temple sounds in the air

Sweet spice filled markets, crowded

Smiling faces wait with greeting

Namaste, sunshine will bless your day

Painted hands take me back to India…

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

#What do you see #Keepitalive #Poetry

What do you see # 13- January 20th, 2020

 

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No Change

In the stone circle stands a chance

To split dark from light

Offering the world below, fire

The blue moon whispering a warning

They are too young, they are not ready

Let them find their own way

You come too far from the future

To understand their way of life

Why hurry things along

When you have no way of knowing

What they might discover by time alone

Your world is driven by speed

Theirs is not, they hunt for food

They live, they are happy

Some might call it fate

I call it interference

As it has been through the ages

Name one culture that has been

Allowed to walk its own path

Wars, famine, floods have changed so much

Of what might have been

For once, I would like to see

Where they would travel by themselves

Without interference

I hear you all shouting

It was meant to be…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~Wordle 439

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One slim chance to catch the wolf

The chill wind at my back

Nicely scratching the itch

A warm sun tendril illuminating

The ground beneath my feet

My home-made arrow flew

Missing the dark brown fur by inches

He lives to swagger through another day

I allow myself one shot, and that was it

Time up, I will set my cloak

same time tomorrow.

Walking home to the hoot of an owl

I knew tomorrows arrow

would miss its target

There’s no fun in taking

down such a beauty

After all, I am not one of

Robin Hoods merry men

My age is ten, the wolf

and I have grown together

I never stand downwind,

so he knows where I am

We are connected…

©anitadawes 2020

#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

January 16: Flash Fiction Challenge

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Wave your hands in the air

Like you just don’t care!

They do care very much

About the conditions they work in

Too often the loos don’t flush

Water is turned off

Waiting repair

Which takes too long

Poor management in winter

Means working in the cold

This in turn, slows down production

Which means working late

No extra pay

Too many break times cancelled

People become sick

Our floor manager asked

For hot drinks to be made

Every four hours

This went down with management

like a lead balloon

it’s no wonder we’re shouting

and waving our arms…

©anitadawes 2020

 

#Writephoto ~ Keep #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Keep #writephoto

 

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Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.

 

I am cast in stone

Chained beneath the castle walls

My soul yearning to be set free

The dark cross sentinels

Guard the three remaining towers

So many come,

they gaze upon my fallen walls

Never hearing my voice

No mind open to hear my plea

From the fall of Camelot

I have tried to let them know

There is a way to set me free…

©anitadawes 2020

 

#writephoto

#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

#The SundayWhirl ~ #Wordle 438

 

Some say it is best to cut your cloth

According to the times

I say it is no more than a disguise

To hide the buzz inside your head

To be different, fly your own flag

Fly in the face of convention

To ring the bell, shout for change

Be proud to walk as if you know

the new style you carry has deeper meaning

Let your words channel a new path for the young

Sign your name, tie it in a silken bow, wear it loose

Burn the old files, let the sweetness of sugar

Be the taste for life that guides the new you…

©anitadawes 2020

A Conversation…

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A Conversation

 

I knew I had to say something.

I had been avoiding this conversation for a while now, but now was as good a time as any.

“Could you stop for a minute and listen to me?”

A silence descended in the room and I knew a pit of doom had just slid open somewhere. I decided to plough on and get it all off my chest.

“I need to know what your plans are. Do you actually have any, or are you planning on wandering through life until something interesting turns up?”

Nothing.

Had I picked the wrong moment after all, or was I being ignored?

While I waited for some kind of response, I started thinking of different ways to force the issue. Maybe it was time I stopped working, give up the constant battle to create something worthwhile on my own.

Retire?

That idea was certainly appealing.

The silence was making my headache, the feeling of knowing I was on my own in this was depressing to say the least. I could feel myself getting angry. Angry enough to say something I would probably regret later.

I searched my frustrated brain for something, anything that might provoke an answer. I wanted to hurt or threaten to hurt but been there before and it never worked.

I knew I wouldn’t be spoken to until it was deemed necessary.

I was on my own, as always.

If I received an answer now, it would mean nothing, and I wouldn’t care one way or another…

 

©JayeMarie 2020

 

It’s lonely out here in the inter-ether…Talk to me people!

 

#BlogBattle ~ Bucket #Poetry

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They say at my age of 85

The days of wine and roses are over

They may be right, however

I live ten minutes from the beach at Southend

Each day I insert myself into the world

I sit with my toes in the sand

Watching people with their children

Playing let’s bury dad

This it seems, leads to a great deal of laughter

I count the days lucky

When a stranger stops to speak awhile

A gift from the Universe

This morning, I have risen extra early

I want to see the sunrise

With luck, I will have the beach to myself

As I walk barefoot along the sand

I am drawn towards two abandoned blue buckets

Sandcastles forgotten, weekend trippers

Long gone home

I sit holding one of the buckets

With no spade to fill it, I use my hand

I turn it over and instantly felt transported

As if by a time machine to my 8-year-old self

The first time standing on sand

The sight of the sea, so large

I remember thinking it had no end

It was rolling away from me to touch the sky

I know better now, as I wait for the sunrise

Wondering how many more I can fit into my life

Before I am called to that blue hour I see before me…

©anitadawes
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