The Universe The universe is like crazy paving You cannot avoid the cracks With each step, it changes Like a constant gardener Living in a compost heap of Earth’s wine Plucking weeds, planting bulbs where they’re not wanted Changing borders, straightening edges Turning my life into a jigsaw puzzle Pieces missing, others put in place where they don’t fit, causing chaos Surely they could have chosen a better plan on the day I was born? ©AnitaDawes2022
Poetry
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
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Starlight… #Poetry
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Time Fading… #Poetry
Inside the box, voices could be heard nagging at my mind Thoughts scrambling, fighting to be one Ending in a light bulb moment Radio had been left on low Daft old man, I told myself Inside the box, you know that, you remember Memory is a tricky thing Every hour that passes, it fades Nice memories cling on fast Sitting like a comfy armchair, don’t let go Inside the box will help you keep listening On this journey we call life Nearer to your ending A new beginning waits Let go, let it in… ©AnitaDawes2022
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The Sunday Whirl Wordle ~#553 ~ #Poetry
I close my eyes at night Hoping they open in the morning I lie beneath the covers Waiting for the nightmares to begin A single crow, hovers above me I hear a shot of thunder I slip away, against a clear black sky A million stars, brighter than I have seen before They fly towards me, a single flower in my hand Can I beat back the nightmares? To place the flower in my mother’s hand? ©AnitaDawes2022
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Before I Fade… #Poetry
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Sheer Terror… #Acrostic Poetry
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
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Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge…
Last month, Colleen asked Sally Cronin to select a syllabic form for us to learn more about. Her choice was the butterfly cinquain.
Anita’s first butterfly cinquain!
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Sweet Water… #Poetry
Sweet Water On knees of broken glass I crawl towards the sea My home, my family lie beneath the waves The pain of having legs drives me on I reach the sweet water, my life Letting myself sink into darkness The pain gone, my tail restored I find my kingdom as I left it Father, cross at my foolishness Will the memory of pain Stop me returning to the land? He will try to call me back I will feel a different kind of pain The loss of his love I am water, he is land We cannot be... ©AnitaDawes2022
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A New Week Begins… with a Wordle…
I wasn’t ready for the week to start, as still immersed in my WIP. I have made amazing progress, (some of Anita’s alchemy) over the weekend, so it does seem a shame to switch off that part of my brain,
So, I won’t.
Luckily, Anita has been busy too. A new poem, I Cannot Live and The Sunday Whirl Wordle, so I hope you won’t miss me today!
The Sunday Whirl Wordle
Love is a kind of alchemy It leaves you feeling as though you have drunk too much It teases your mind, searching for that silver lining Your eyes blinded by the sparkle of the gold ring on your finger The dirt crumbles beneath your feet Fools say they will never fall in love They sit alone at the bar, drowning their sorrows Sometimes I want to shake them by the back of the neck Tell them there is alchemy waiting out there… ©AnitaDawes2022
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