#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 449 #Poetry

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Bright Days Ahead

I crawl through the wreck that is my life

Armed by despair

Hope lies trapped in a dark corner

Where my hand cannot reach

Through the maze of grey matter

That is my mind

I hear the chatter of many voices

At last, I make my way back

To a stash of bright smiles

The land survived without me

The corners are no longer dark

I am free to walk outside

It feels as if my feet

Are touching new ground…

©anitadawes 2020

To be warm again… #Poetry

 

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To be warm again…

A lone traveller with companion comes

Beneath sunsets blaze

Stories he must tell for food and shelter

Will curl your toes

Churchyard graves where death never sleeps

Church bells ring, candles lit

Cannot keep these souls at bay

They seek the warmth of living things

This storyteller moved on fast

Not wishing to stay where

Sun’s warmth never touches skin

His story be true or no

The cold he felt moved him on

Their stone white faces in memory stayed

As he ventured to pastures new

Where more stories await their telling…

©anitadawes 2020

Back to Darkness… #Poetry

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Back to Darkness

From the jagged opening of my cave

I see the Atlantic Ocean

washing the orange sentinel.

Fresh growth crowns the head

My small view on the world

For I cannot leave my dark abode

Spellbound by greed, envy

She means to keep me here

for her own amusement.

When strange visitors enter,

I try to make myself known.

I pray for one intrepid adventurer to hear me,

for I can tell them how to set me free.

When the tide is out, my true love walks

From the cave opposite knowing I am here,

she can neither see nor hear me.

My torment doubles

I can no longer make myself known to her

When the tide returns

She must go back to darkness

Until the day comes

When the one standing in my dark space

Hears my voice…

©anitadawes 2020

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

 

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 170, #ThemePrompt

It’s the fourth week of the month – time for a #ThemePrompt! Last month, I selected Sally Cronin to pick this month’s theme:

The Night Sky

 

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No

Sunshine

Darkness comes

Wonders to see

Look west, large bright star

Twinkle twinkle overhead

Cameras out, shoot the stars

Put them online for all to see

Shooting star, chance to make a true wish

Dark velvet skies shot through with diamond lights…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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Never truly forgotten… #Poetry

 

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Never truly forgotten

Do you see me now?

My dark form, hollow

Despair has eaten away my soul

One tiny seed of hope lingers

That she will come

 A new Guinevere

To call Arthur from his sleep

Claim the sword

from the Lady of the Lake

place a flower by my hollow grave

with love spoken

bring me back…

 

©anitadawes 2020

#TheSundayWhirl ~ Wordle 448 #Poetry

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Solemn days

I woke today knowing

there would be no hug for Mother’s Day

I hope the smile on my face

would be a reminder of times gone by

Having kept my distance, I walked home

and put myself in lockdown

Hands clean, I restrict my movements

To shopping for food

Count down the days

Until I can hug my wonderful mother

I call her that evening

To blow kisses down the line…

©anitadawes 2020

Random words… #Poetry

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Random words

I woke up this morning

With an Italian word stuck in my head

The word ‘Clemente’

Meaning merciful.

This happens too often

So I decided to write about it

To see if it would help

Often the words are very strange

So I asked Jaye to look them up

On the computer

There are many times

When the word returns

In some programme we are watching

I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me

Random words seem to pop into my head

Whenever they feel like it

With no rhyme or reason

That I can understand

If I were to write them down

String them all together

They wouldn’t make a decent sentence

There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it

Maybe I am just nuts

Alternatively, something is trying to fill

The Swiss cheese holes in my head

There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…

©anitadawes 2020

Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry

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Mist filled Mornings

First thing in the morning

When the mist covers the South Downs

I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?

Hidden by mists of his own making

Looking for something

Anger, frustration

He strikes the ground with lightning

This breaks the hold on his mind

Yet the gate shuts as fast

Half remembered thoughts lost

He stands, supported by the rock

As the sea rages towards his fragile mind

His magic could not sustain

The beauty of his dream

Kingdoms made; round table broken

His love vanished with magic stolen

The golden bow with arrows spent

Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten

His mind will not recall the legend

that he made…

©anitadawes 2020