Never Forget… #Poetry

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

Love, Spoken without Words… #Poetry




Image by Felix Merler from Pixabay


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…? #Poetry

Image by Giani Pralea from Pixabay

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…)

Jaye

Nothing Disappears Entirely ~ Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

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

And Then… #Poetry

Image by Comfreak from Pixabay
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

#Writephoto ~ Antique ~ #Poetry

#WRITEPHOTO – Antique

#WRITEPHOTO – Antique
Antique – Image by KL Caley

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

Writing Inspiration… Cornwall

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…