Inside my mind… #Poetry

 

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Inside my mind

In my imagination

Like Ali, I am the greatest

I fly with eagles

Sale the river on the back of a black swan

Cross the Amazon in a single bound

Build the pyramids single handed

Rediscover the lost library of Alexander

I know all the secrets in the Vatican

I read the minds of our great inventors

This one was heavy going

They do not think the way we do

Discovering new worlds for humanity to live on

Hoping this time not to mess it up

I have had ten minutes all to myself

Back to work now

Tea to cook, family home

Washing to be done

Homework to be taken care of

I wonder what I will get up to tomorrow…

©Anita Dawes

#Wordle ~ 421 #Poetry

 

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I pluck a feather from the air

An angel passing

As the champagne cork

flew across the room

The mirror ball spun

Silver dancing fairies lit the room

We jive to the sound of jazz

In a smoke-filled room

Clash with a stranger’s shoulder

The beat slows to a gentle sway

Dancing closer now

The feeling between us electric

©Anita Dawes

99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

September 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

Being here in the first place

The friendships we make

The lovers we take

Fighting through the storms

While an angry mother

Tries to rearrange the world we live on

The beauty of a coral reef

The sunsets, the full moon

So many gifts

The hand of a stranger offering help

The sound of a new-born baby’s cry

Life continuing

Someone will always be here

While others leave

A reminder of our immortality

Art made by a stranger’s hand

That we like to look upon

Most of all to be loved

To love in return, to live, to prosper…

©Anita Dawes

#Small Bites ~ Broken

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Broken

Have you ever had one of those days

when you feel as though you are made of glass?

I am having one today.

I can feel small pieces slipping away as I walk

I am broken, disappearing slowly

I can almost see the pieces glistening behind me

like a trail of breadcrumbs.

Will someone follow and put me together again?

AAAAA

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

 

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 144 #SynonymsOnly

Here are the two words for this week:

“Enchant & Fly”

HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! 

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Pilot

My own dreams

Nightmares come too

They won’t be held back

My mind captivated

By the charms in this strange world

The people I greet I may meet

I feel my heart flutter try to wake

Back here in my own world they are waiting

I circle, I climb, drifting over strange worlds

Shadowed nightmares follow close behind

My heart now beats a kettle drum

I run, try to reach safety

What part of this nightmare?

Do I bring back home?

This spinning thread

Of silver

Broken

dreams

©AnitaDawes

#Wordle 420 #Poetry

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Justice, no more than a roll of the dice

An acid tongued judge, passing judgement

On other people’s lives

Often without knowing the true story

As to how this poor soul stood in the dock

I leave the jury room, outside, the hail hits me

On the back of my neck

I act instinctively, run for cover

Safe, I scratch the back of my neck

It feels sore. Acid rain maybe.

I know where I would rather be

I need to burrow under my duvet

Forget the world, for me it often runs too fast

I hate the feeling of being the one

To tamper with someone’s problems

I judged him guilty on the evidence given

Too fast, his life now behind bars

Maybe I will bake a cake with a file hidden inside

So, he can hack his way to freedom

No one knew I had been living with this man

For the past ten years, on ill-gotten gains…

©Anita Dawes

99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

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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.

Carrot Ranch is a dynamic online literary community for those practicing craft, reading stories and discussing process. Charli Mills is the lead buckaroo who hosts challenges, guest blogs, and an annual multi-contest called the Flash Fiction Rodeo.

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September 5, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit. You can use the phrase or embody the theme. Who or what has true grit? Go where the prompt leads you!

 

True Grit (or Determination)

Over the years I have noticed

How many members of my family

Grit their teeth when trying hard

To achieve their goal

I tend to do this when getting angry

My teeth grit, my jaws clench

Muscles moving, trying not to let out words

I could not take back

I have seen a young woman

Eyes bulging, teeth gritted

Trying desperately to move her car out of harm’s way

A lot of teeth are getting worn down by determination

I did wonder why no one offered to help

Maybe they worried about their teeth

Do you do the same?

©Anita Dawes

#Writephoto ~ Poise #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Poised #writephoto

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The image shows a leaf-strewn flight of stone-cut steps descending into a hole in the ground. Poised to ascend…or descend… is the dark silhouette of a strange figure…

Old Ones

 

An ancient creature whose face is hidden

Behind the mouth of a cave

The sound of footsteps

Is his home about to be invaded?

If captured, he would become a specimen

In a zoo.

It’s life, but not as he knows it

Nor wants it to be

He cannot run or blend in with the garden

He lives in

A secret place he believed would shield him

Keep him safe

Footsteps too near now, his heart pounding

Is it men with a gun as he had seen years ago?

When he had been left as a baby to fend for himself

Too small to be seen

Not this time, it is a female of his own kind

He cared not where she came from

His loneliness is over

Now he will block the inner opening with boulders

So, they will be free, safe to live their own way.

©Anita Dawes

 

Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community… #Poetry

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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.

August 29, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the safebreaker’s daughter. Who is she, what did she do, and where? Go where the prompt leads you!

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Could it be called a skill

Getting into places

That are locked against you

Something Annie learned at her father’s knee

Now it’s time to branch out on her own

Will nerves get the better of her

She’s hoping to perfect all she has learned

There’s one big job she looks forward to

Snatching the crown jewels

from under the queen’s nose.

She has studied every part of the great tower

The yeoman, the black ravens

that guard this wonderful tower in London.

A man once sat on the queen’s bed while she slept

How hard can it be?

©Anita Dawes

 

Winter Sun… #Poetry

 

 

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Winter sun

Wet autumn leaves stick to my window

Pale winter sun bleaching

the red and gold through to my workspace

trying to touch the pages I work on

like the eager fingers of a small child

wanting to play before the snow comes.

Placing my hand in the pale streak of light

I am bathed in red and gold

My hand now belongs to an ancient God

Would that I could write with the same power

Not like a fallen angel…

©AnitaDawes