Fortune Teller…

Sunday Writing Prompt “Fortune Teller”

Fortune Teller
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For today’s prompt we are going to try our hand at fortune telling. Use whatever method we like. Make a prediction, make sure to address the audience for whom your predication is intended. The audience can be the whole world, it can be a friend, family member, yourself, or a specific group of individuals. We can also write about a specific historical prophet or fortune teller such as Nostradamus. Fictional stories work too!

Before waking, I knew
I had to tell someone something
My mind itched with the importance of it
Yet I could find no words
My mind, wrapped in sleep
I remembered walking over
Three playing cards yesterday
Stuck on the wet pavement
One of diamonds, the money card
Two of spades, the double cross
Plus the ace of hearts, love
What message was I trying to tell myself?
Remembering those wet cards…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee

What do you see # 36 – 29 June 2020

Image Credit- Pixabay- Ariadne-a-mazed

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a camera capturing the image of a woman in color, while the rest of the image is in black and white. There are lots of tools on the wall behind the camera)


Behind the camera
The world fades to black and white
No amount of tools
Hanging neatly on the wall
Can bring back
the lost colour to the world
That the wizard has taken,
To mend his broken heart
She, held by the lens
Betrayed his trust
Trying out stolen magic
She broke his world…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Dream

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.


When your soul needs a recharge
Take a trek through a field of wild heather
Feel the soothing purple dream time
wash over you. Let your mortal eyes
see beyond the pale path
To new horizons
Hold on to everything you love
Grab each chance as it comes
Let tomorrows troubles
Run like water beneath your feet
Keep looking to the stars…

©anitadawes 2020

Inside my Head… #Poetry

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Inside my Head

Welcome to my mind
The cold, dark, often empty place
Until the voices start
Then it’s as if I’ve been fed liquid bliss
The world inside becomes rainbow bright
People I have known all my life, changed.
I don’t recognise their shining faces
Their pleasant ways, so happy
Did they feed on an overdose of sugar pills?
Ghosts of their former selves
Wound up, let go, clockwork toys
The other side of the coin lets the dark out
I can see black clouds above their heads
I feel the need to run, but where to?
How to get outside my head?
Walking the streets I saw ghouls, ghosts
Floating above the people
They walk backwards in front of them
Trying to touch, teasing, pulling faces
Trying to get their attention
This is where my darkness lives
Inside my head
The dead watch me with envious eyes…

©anitadawes 2020

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is:

Haibun


I shall build my home high above the trees on flat mountain rock. Where family may come if they want to follow. Sunday lunch as before, I wait to hear their knock on my door…

My castle built, stands

Cold inside I sit waiting

No knock do I hear…

©anitadawes 2020

This is Anita’s first Haibun, and we both hope it is correct…

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 462


Dreaming of cotton candy days
Through a cacophony of birdsong
I pull my bed cover to caress my chin
Can I stay in bed today?
Colour my thoughts
As to who I want to be tomorrow.
I hear the blackbird call
This takes me back to childhood
Conkers and sunshine
Oh, how I covet yesterday…

©anitadawes 2020

#Writephoto ~ Silver #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Silver #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beach in the half-light, bounded by dark dunes and holding a silvery pool of water that mirrors the sky.


I was beginning to think
I had left my mind out on the rain
It’s beginning to rust
Like some old hard drive.
Time to take a walk
Grab the flip flops
Feel wet sand
squidge between my toes
That magic moment between
Light and dark
Maybe I will be lucky
Find that silver doubloon
Hidden on the beach.
I stood watching
the sky painted water
Feeling something more
than sand between my toes
Could it be, dare I look?
Whatever it might be
I pushed it further into the sand
Something to look forward to
Tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020

I remember this One… #Poetry

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

I found this the other day when choosing a selection of Anita’s poems for the book we want to publish, and it seems to fit with all that has been happening…

Broken

Have you ever had one of those days
when you feel as though you are made of glass?
I am having one today.
I can feel small pieces slipping away as I walk
I am broken, disappearing slowly
I can almost see the pieces glistening behind me
like a trail of breadcrumbs.
Will someone follow and put me together again?

©anitadawes 2020

Step Over… #Poetry

Anita write this poem last week, but it gave me a chill when I read it this morning. Did she know something was about to happen to her?

Latest news from the hospital;

Anita is comfortable, confined to bed and receiving oxygen and intravenous medication to reduce the fluid in her lungs. Once this has lessened, she will probably have a stent fitted in the offending artery.

We are not allowed to visit, which is killing all of us, but will be taking some personal things later today, which they promise to give her.

Up until now, I have been coping with all the restrictions of the lockdown, but this one is hitting us all hard. My thoughts and prayers go out to all hospital patients and their families at this terrible time…

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.


The sight of spring flowers
pushing me back to the sixties
Where we believed in liquid bliss
Not the bottle kind
It’s something in the air
It washes over you.
Dark days drop away
Days when we wore flowers in our hair
Music, smiles on people’s faces
Especially on the faces of my grandchildren
When I speak about the old days, strange clothes,
like the bell bottom jeans, the mini skirt.
Nowadays, I walk home washed over
With good vibrations
From the smile of a stranger
who offers to carry my shopping bags
I look for tomorrow…

©anitadawes 2020