#Whatdoyousee ~ #Keepitalive ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

What do you see # 78 – April 19, 2021

Image credit; Gabriella Clare Marino@ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a table set for two people. The location seems to be outdoors, in an alley)

They tell me the dark night of the soul is over.
They are letting us out of our man-made caves.
We can mingle six feet apart.
Better than a poke in the eye with a wooden stick,
some would say, I’m not so sure.
The jury is still out.
I drag my small table outside into my sunny yard.
Laying placemats for two. I would later have lunch,
my companion will be one recalled from my mind,
an old friend that passed.
much safer than mingling six feet apart.

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #362

Photo by Kamil Rybarski on Pexels.com

My lantern lit, each day I sit, I wait
My work clothes damp from hands that grope
My mask must stay until he comes
Gone this past year. A plan, he said,
a house to build that must be secure,
safe from hands that grope, eyes that see
Then I will ask you to be my wife, to live free
Vanished from this world, they will say.
She was last seen sitting, lantern held
In the same spot, waiting
Some say she was taken by a dark shadow
Others say a prince
I believe she found the crystal bridge
To a world only she could see
I have sat in her spot and wondered
No prince did I see, no bridge to cross
I made it here, I intend to stay
My prince is here, where I left him
Warm, in our bed…

Anita Speaks…

Anita’s First Rant Post!

Jaye has asked me to put pen to paper, so I apologise in advance if I offend anyone. Sorry!

I am naffed off at the idea of writing!

Everyone, and I mean everyone, the world and his wife, wants their words in print, convinced there are those who want to read them.

It has been said that there is at least one book in each of us, but to me that doesn’t mean it should be written.

Television personalities jump on the band wagon, knowing their name will carry some weight. However, not all manage the transition from actor to writer.

I can think of some that did. Dawn French, Fern Britain, and Judy Finnigan, to name but a few…

Sorry, I am beginning to sound like sour grapes.

Maybe so, but you can’t tell me that publishers are not thinking the same way. Jumping on a tv name to carry the weight of a new writer.

What about all those poor sods who have poured blood on their pages, to be so cruelly thrown onto the slush pile?

It’s a known fact that publishers get it wrong. This has been proven by sending them an already world-famous number one best seller, only for them to turn it down.

I know it’s a hard world to break into. Like a bank of fishermen, there are many that will never get a fish on their hook.

C’est La Vie…

*****

Once bitten by the writing bug, it doesn’t matter how long you leave your pen idle, or your computer turned off, you have been bitten, so you carry the disease, the curse. Your mind being the one thing you cannot turn off.

You write in the dark when you should be sleeping. You carry the unwritten words like a plague.

They push and poke at your grey matter, desperate to be on those clean white pages.

Write the words, you never know if this time, someone may want to pay you for them.

So, hold fire on that bonfire, don’t throw those pages on the flames…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Note from the Editor (Jaye)

We have been busy!

The new, updated and remastered edition of Bad Moon is almost ready to launch…

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 497 ~ #Poetry

I wait on table; the tips are below average.

Our small village is dying. Tourists pass us by,

as if we have vanished from the land.

I sigh a lot these days.

I remember reading in the good book, As above, so below.

Daffy talk because I still don’t know what it means.

I wish I could lift myself high, fly away

Watch the people below become too small

to figure out what I’m looking at.

Vanished, like our poor village,

leaving me to float away…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #360 #Poetry

Yuuki Morita

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There are days when I feel like a wild dog

Ready to devour anything that gets in my way

I am the silver back gorilla, king of my own urban jungle

I am expected to have eight arms

Like the octopus, to get the workload done

I try blending in like the chameleon

I feel the slow plod of the rhinoceros baked in the sun

This is the menagerie I call my mind

With bull frogs calling, late into the night

Still, I sleep with the silence of the lambs…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #234

I stop to listen to the oracle

Who speaks to me of greatness

Of a person trying to enter my life

Walking the line, fighting their way

Through the layers of time

I consider the day I let the good times bleed away

Now my tears are empty.

I have a tendency for the melodramatic

Life never comes in thimble fulls.

It so often rushes at us like a tribe of angry bees.

Having been stung, getting a bad reaction,

I know how it feels to be liminal.

One leg in, the other out, stuck between the space

While the stomach does the hokey cokey…

©Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Week…

Which is better? To be mentally busy or actually getting your hands dirty?

Figuratively speaking. Of course, there are a few jobs to do that will involve a fair amount of grime.

Suddenly it seems, the catch-up list has grown out of all proportion. At least, it seems that way to me at the moment. Especially when this is the first time I am on my own in the help department. Of course, there have always been those jobs that have my name written all over them, usually because I am taller, stronger, and/or probably far more determined than is good for me at 77 years.

Yesterday afternoon, I attacked the garden. I thought I would get in first for a change, but even with a long-sleeved jacket, the lethal brambles managed to draw blood. Most of these are now in a pile awaiting removal. Revenge is sweet, even though my back is killing me!

Yesterday morning we had one of our brainstorming sessions. Anita isn’t strong enough to help with the catch-up list, but her mind is as sharp as ever, and she is keen to change our way of thinking when it comes to our writing. Some of our enthusiasm seems to have faded a little, which is not surprising, considering the past year. So, we have both agreed to work on novella-length fiction to introduce some excitement AND increase our output.  I can see the merit in this. I am still struggling to improve our blurbs, and one or two covers need replacing, but Books & Bonsai are all set for a lot more productivity!

I prefer to work in my office rather than anywhere else, which is probably why my gardening and housework enthusiasm is sadly lacking. There isn’t the time to get around to everything or the strength and energy to rattle through them. This year should be all about doing what makes us happy, and in our house, that means writing.

How about you?

Not all doom and brambles in our garden!