A Conversation…

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A Conversation

 

I knew I had to say something.

I had been avoiding this conversation for a while now, but now was as good a time as any.

“Could you stop for a minute and listen to me?”

A silence descended in the room and I knew a pit of doom had just slid open somewhere. I decided to plough on and get it all off my chest.

“I need to know what your plans are. Do you actually have any, or are you planning on wandering through life until something interesting turns up?”

Nothing.

Had I picked the wrong moment after all, or was I being ignored?

While I waited for some kind of response, I started thinking of different ways to force the issue. Maybe it was time I stopped working, give up the constant battle to create something worthwhile on my own.

Retire?

That idea was certainly appealing.

The silence was making my headache, the feeling of knowing I was on my own in this was depressing to say the least. I could feel myself getting angry. Angry enough to say something I would probably regret later.

I searched my frustrated brain for something, anything that might provoke an answer. I wanted to hurt or threaten to hurt but been there before and it never worked.

I knew I wouldn’t be spoken to until it was deemed necessary.

I was on my own, as always.

If I received an answer now, it would mean nothing, and I wouldn’t care one way or another…

 

©JayeMarie 2020

 

It’s lonely out here in the inter-ether…Talk to me people!

 

Undo… #Poetry

 

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Undo

In your blood

I have written your end

I am not death but

You know me

Yet cannot pronounce my name

I have circled the Universe with stars

So many, you cannot see them all

Their number is how long

Man shall remain on this planet

You are my children

My favourite toys

If I could start creation again

I would rewrite the end in your blood…

©anitadawes 2020

#Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge ~ Time Remembered… #Etheree

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 159, #Poet’sChoice

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It

matters

to me now

The lies you told.

The stories have grown

whispering in the street.

They have painted me scarlet

for one moment, a stolen kiss

old sweetheart, returning, passing through

 time remembered, repeated, stains my lips…

©anitadawes

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A Cold Christmas…

 

 

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For some folk, Christmas is hell on earth

Those who remember big family gatherings

And now sit alone

I shed a tear, wishing I could be near

A child’s first Christmas, a thing of joy

Opening gifts, spreading smiles across

The family gathered

Like an electric shock passed on

A joy relived, a rare gift not all will receive

So knock on a neighbour’s door

See if they are okay, then everything will be…

©anitadawes

#TuesdayBookBlog Review for Examining Kitchen Cupboards by Stevie Turner @StevieTurner6

 

 

Jill Hayes discovers that not all is as it seems in her new post as a college examinations administrator. When she turns whistle-blower and tries to report her findings to the authorities, she is horrified to discover that some people will stop at nothing to ensure her silence.

 

Our Review

Starting a new job is always fraught with tension, you worry whether you will be liked, and more importantly, are you able to convince them of your competence?

Jill Hayes is met with total disdain from her new superior, so when she questions something that doesn’t seem right, she is met with hostility on many levels.

If you discover something is wrong, could you be a whistle-blower, or would you hope that someone else would do it instead?

This story has it all, corruption and greed, and an interesting cast of fascinating and true to life characters. Although Examining Kitchen Cupboards is a work of fiction at its finest, you could be forgiven for thinking it seems far too real to be comfortable, and I’m sure some of it must be based on fact, which of course, makes it all the more chilling…

 

About the Author

Stevie Turner is a British author of suspense, paranormal, women’s fiction family dramas, and darkly humorous novels. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and ‘A House Without Windows’ gained the attention of a New York media production company in December 2017. Some of Stevie’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese.

Stevie can be contacted at the following email address: stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk
On her website http://www.stevie-turner-author.co.uk you can find a free suspense novella to read so that you can check out her writing style. You can also find her blog at the following link: http://www.steviet3.wordpress.com and you can sign up to her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/dvNklL

 

 

 

The Long Walk… #Poetry

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The Long Walk

I want to dance

To swim the warm waters

Run barefoot through fields of yesterday

When you were there

I have lost more than my soul mate

There are no sunsets, no moon rise

The breeze no longer moves through the trees

The leaves are still

You have taken the air from this world

I can no longer breathe without you here

I wait, drifting like a slow-moving river

Until I can walk the path you have taken…

©anitadawes

Midnight Child… #Poetry

 

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Midnight Child

I pour out the magic elixir

The sip I take turns my hands white

My hair is straightened

No fuzzy top to tease me by

No hurtful names for ears to hear

No tears to shed on night-time pillow

Will life be sweeter now I am white?

©anitadawes

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 432 #Poetry

 

 

I hope to find the chain

that holds the dragon in disguise

His reign is not yet over

The middle hides the villain in shade

To my shame, I cannot take the shot

Divided by time, the love I rely on

I resign myself, only one can be saved

From this timeless place

I have no troops to rally

Only my thoughts, my feelings for one I love

I know not which disguise hides his face

The middle will not let me stay for too long

To choose, to make a mistake would end my life

The dragon will rise again

My love will not…

©anitadawes
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