#dreaming

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #365

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Dancing in the dark, beneath the new moon
I spot a tiny distant star
First star at night, I make my wish
Let life never end
Let my life go on forever
Let moonlight enter each new life
Let the mystery of moonlight live on
Teaching magic in subtle ways
Let me forever dance beneath
This mysterious light…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge

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It’s the second week of the month! Are you ready to choose some synonyms to use in your poetry? Ritu from last month’s challenge picked your two words:

“LIFE & MOVE“

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Soul
Essence
Drifting by
Strange entity
Warm breath on my neck
Act now to change your life
Heartbeat, a shift in motion
That puts your step in time with fate
You must learn to run before you fly
Listen to the voice that comes unbidden…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~#FFFC

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #117

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man riding a bicycle on a bridge and there are tall buildings that are partially or mostly obscured by thick clouds reaching down to the ground.

The image is from MilosCreativeArt at DeviantArt.

Growing wild, running through cornfields
Gran said my feet were on the ground,
My head up in the clouds
Lying in a field one day,
I wondered how that would feel.
The warm earth pulled me into a dream,
Where I lived in a city in the clouds
I tried telling myself to wake up.
I was dying to tell gran how it feels
Inside the cloud. It felt amazing.
I need to let her know there is no problem
Having your head among the clouds
Please wake up. I pinch myself
To burst the dream like a balloon
I guess gran was right
My head was in the clouds
Now my feet have joined it there
I hear myself screaming now
Please, wake up!

© Anita Dawes 2021

Outside… #Poetry

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When I leave the house,
I step over the crack in the pavement.
One of these days I will fall through to the Netherworld
Not like Alice. Mine would be a nightmare
At times I hear it tapping on my window
I hear the glass cracking like ice cubes
It is trying to enter my home,
fed up with my stepping over the crack
It is luring me in through dreams, nightmares
I fall through a dark cold tunnel
Voice’s echo, screams as I fall
No thump at the end, a soft floating feeling
Hands pulling me every which way
I wake with teeth mark high on my arms
Where I cannot reach
I know that something waits for me outside my front door
For now, I step over the crack…

© Anita Dawes 2021