Silent Sunday… Autumn in waiting…

Image by yoshitaka2 from Pixabay 

Today will be a good day… I am writing the new WIP!

The Lord of Light… #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 579 #Poetry

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

The Lord of light had me in a whirl
My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel
I am losing my grip on life
I see disaster loom large in the distance
Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light
In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball 
I wonder about my future, my body goes slack
As new thoughts crawl through the black space
My future is being written by a voice in my head
My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say…


©AnitaDawes2022

Macro Monday… and #Poetry

Image by Gaby from Pixabay 

A Butterfly Remembered

We fly, we dance, we live.
We are fleeting, our beauty remembered.
There is double power in reflection.
If you see us hovering over water
Make a wish, it will come true.
Foolish thought, you’re thinking.
How do you suppose I became this way?
My wish was to fly.
Here I am in blue splendour.
Before my time is up, I will wish again
To be as I was, with a life of a butterfly remembered…


©AnitaDawes2022

Memories of some of our #Six on Saturday’s…

I wanted to post our version of #Six on Saturday today, but unfortunately, I could find nothing to fit the bill in our garden. There was something that caught my eye but will save that for a special post.

I was disappointed and thought to find something else to post about. My brain had ideas of its own and started to remember some of the beautiful flowers we found in our garden over the year.

Apologies for number four, but it was near the window!

Looking forward to Spring like you wouldn’t believe…

Jaye xxx

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #Wordle 291 #Poetry

Another birthday coming up
Evidence of time passing
Celebrate, one more photograph for the album
Artistic frosting for the face
To hide the lines, my age
Decorate the body in lace and frills
Put on a sickly sweet smile
Join in the festive spirit
Celebrate with the necessary slice of cake
Nervous, for the hours to pass
For my guests to go home
To be left alone for another year
The frosting on my face cracked
Ready to come of
Revealing my true age
Eager to plant myself 
In my favourite armchair
To sleep…


©AnitaDawes2022