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
Trembling, I stand on the edge of the universe Remembering the life I had before, the family After the long darkness The memories, pinpoints of light, jewels Evening murmurs break the silence Raging storm clouds gather Rain carries new light Evening stars, hidden by dark clouds Sun hides, waiting to shine Telling us there will be a new day Rain covered earth springs back, new life In a memory that shines bright, I remember Her face, her blue eyes that glow Love spoken without words… ©AnitaDawes2022
Do you remember, we do it again…? Evening murmurs breaking the silence Do you remember the shape of my body? The sound of my voice Does your mind hurt Thinking back to the first time The kiss that stole our breath How did we end up tip toeing over stars? Looking down at age that passed Leaving us grey haired Holding hands walking through the light Greeted by long forgotten faces With star light in their hair Looking back at a life We would live again… ©AnitaDawes2022
Good morning Peeps… Jaye here!
I was really pleased with the amount of work/reading I did over the weekend, patting myself on the back and everything!
In the cold light of day, (and it was chilly this morning) I realised I had not written a post for today…
Luckily, Anita had… (and this one made me cry…)
March 28: Story Challenge in 99-words
Time fades, memory fades We are destined to fade into history Our names may be remembered if we are lucky To dust we return, part of the earth Does that mean we remain? Where is the light that we carried? Does it shine in some unseen dimension? Can we be called back? Would you want to return? It is believed many do return Often, their light can be remembered as one you knew long ago In the face of a new-born Something recognised Nothing disappears entirely Everything, it is said, leaves a trace mark In some unseen fashion… ©AnitaDawes2022
Take one silken thread And then Let it free to touch And then With wings unseen, fly And then Unite the world in thought And then Take each other’s hand And then With touch, love springs And then Ghosts whisper of demons gone And then Old memories come knocking And then The silken thread is broken And then You see change is fleeting And then New ideas keep breathing And then You start again ©AnitaDawes2022
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Chapter – January 6, 2022
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
How do we mark the passing of time? Is it memory alone? Do the visual prompts take us back? Bring the past to life At 75, am I considered an antique? I certainly feel like one some days With so many antique thoughts popping in mind Wanting to live alongside me Is it a reminder that the time I have left is too short? So many empty chairs that were once loved Put in pride of place So many ghosts that have now gone Do we still feel them when we sit in an antique chair? Looking through the window At once cherished items I wonder, as I walk home carrying a small red vase How will it speak to me? © Anita Dawes 2022
This magical photograph is of an actual place in Cornwall, called St. Nectan’s Glen. I know it well because I have been there. I have stood beneath it, getting soaked to the skin, and I have climbed up the rocks and stood looking down at the majesty of the thundering water. The sight and sound of it put something in my soul that I know wasn’t there before. It was a wonderful experience, and if I had the money, I would move to Cornwall just to be near it. And I would love to go and experience Niagara Falls too! (Mind you, if I did, I may never come home again!)
If you ever feel a little bit worthless or a waste of space, you need a place like this. You need to be able to see and feel something that you just know is stronger and more powerful than anything you have seen or felt before. Once you find it, you will be a different person, believe me. I always love to be near water, any kind of water. I wanted to live on a boat when I was growing up and it still appeals to me.
The first time I went to Cornwall I was not really prepared for just how much that County had to offer. Apart from all the quaint old villages, there were magical forests, wonderfully rugged beaches and coves, dramatic rock formations and inspiring scenery everywhere you looked. I have had more inspiring moments in Cornwall than just about anywhere else.
I need some of that inspiration round about now, as I am still trying to finish my fifth book and find myself dragging my heels. I am at the stage when things should start to happen as we approach the conclusion, one of the most important sections of any book, in my opinion. For some reason, my mind is foggy, reflecting the autumn weather, and I desperately need some clarity. This year has been hard, trying to cope with a brain that is uncooperative at best and empty on occasion. Something keeps telling me that this may have to be my last book as the constant struggle to remember everything and keep on track is becoming a problem.
I am refusing to listen to this voice in my head. I will continue somehow, even at a slower pace. One way or another I will get it right and get it done, but where is my inspiration at the moment?
I think it has gone to Cornwall without me…
Words on Paper 