Never Forget Turning forty tomorrow Evenings feel longer Memories knocking stronger People forgotten Turning in my mind Arriving like paper flowers Turning my frown upside down Inviting new wishes On tomorrows page I write Never forget where you came from… ©AnitaDawes2022
Screaming in my head broke the silence Under cover of darkness, they moved Pulsing, like a broken strobe light Eyes open, my body frozen Rain on my window, like thunder crashing In time held still, tears formed None could fall, my body motionless Terror took over from screaming Every sound heightened, blood coursing, a thundering waterfall Light has a sound of its own, humming gently Letting hope in, past the darkness Insidious shadow beings, chasing the light Gaining time stolen from another dimension Early morning light, slid into my room Nearer to the shadows fading Clearing my mind, my body restoring movement Every part of the night vanished; fear melted… ©AnitaDawes2022
Do you see the word this stunning acrostic poem was created for?
No me again today, folks.
Sorry about that, but had a big old very bad tooth out yesterday and my face and head ache feel like I’ve been smacked with a mallet… Jaye
I am hoping that Anita’s latest acrostic poem will bring some sunshine to our neck of the woods, as we are so tired of chilly. At least it’s not raining!
I managed to switch off the computer and my worry machine over the weekend. My fingers ache from all the writing I have done, but I am so happy with the results of my first writing retreat. This may be a regular thing until I finish this work in progress.
This year started crazy and has continued to challenge us all. I lost my way with writing, to be honest, I didn’t think I could turn it around.
Somehow, I found a store of better determination, and I’m delighted! I even found time to plant seeds and cut the grass!
I managed 3000 words this weekend and came up with ideas for two more books while I was at it. Not sure why this happens, but so glad it does.
We are kicking off the week with another one of Anita’s incredible yet crazy poems. She may not be up to any long walks yet, but her brain is still working properly. Yay!
This brilliant acrostic poem is actually three poems in one. You can read each font separately, or as one poem.
The quote must be tattooed on me somewhere, for I have this mortal fear of stopping.
I suppose I will have to one of these days, but I am happy to simply slow down a little…