Poetry
To Be Myself… #Poetry
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From her Mind… #Poetry
From her Mind
I have in my many years seen shit float
Heard it speak many languages
So the other day I was surprised
When my granddaughter asked
“Nana, if the moon takes light from the sun
Does she cry tears of gold?”
I was taken back by this for a moment
Unsure how to answer
“I believe the moon has shed tears of many colours
Over the millions of years, she has sailed across our sky.”
She seemed content with my answer.
Aged six, I wondered where her thoughts came from
She carried on with her painting
Later, I placed her small picture on my fridge
The full moon in a dark sky, below, the land
a strange quilt of many colours
A twisted kaleidoscope
As I looked at it, I wondered
What kind of adult she will become…?
©anitadawes
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The Voice of Chaos… #Poetry
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I am hell
Where I walk there is fire
The kind that burns within
Have you missed me?
My children of Earth
Have you lost inspiration?
During my absence
Are your desires diminished
By the void I left
Do you still worship gold?
Your flashy cars, beautiful women
Do you still twist the knife?
In your neighbours back
To gain an advantage
Do you long for my return
To carry you from the wilderness
Free you from the yoke of goodness
I fan the flame of desire
Of chaos, you need only to follow…
©anitadawes
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#Wordle ~ 429 #Poetry
Looking at the thick diamond crusted sky
It’s true what they say about the dark
It moves, there’s something living within
Slowly marching across my lawn
Holding my warm glass of milk
I like to look at the world outside before bed
The edge of my glass tasted salty
I wondered if Mrs Mack had been
Preparing her supper before bringing it to me
I knew she would take a glass of her favourite brew to bed
No looking at the stars for Mrs Mack
That would be a waste of good sleep time
How much beauty does she miss with her practical mind?
The way my luscious green lawn looks almost black at night
Standing there, reminding myself to write the cards for the gala
By rights, I should have written them yesterday
Clouds fell away from the face of the moon
Changing the lawn from black to silver
Chasing some of the dark shadows away…
©anitadawes
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Love remembered… #Poetry
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Love remembered
Something familiar disturbs my sleep, my thoughts
Knowing is not enough to reveal all
It feels old, far away out of reach
Yet demanding, needing to be found
Understood, remembered
Music I don’t recognise steals part of my day
Strange scent assails the air, faint, almost recognisable
The way of passing someone wearing perfume
as if walking through a half-remembered fog
Leaving sticky fingers on my memory
Nails clawing the dark corners of my mind
Where the knowing hides
My dreams like the dark spaces
I remember him, but sunlight washes it away
All but his voice, my name whispered from his lips
Wait for me, I will return
This voice I know from the many lifetimes past
Why must love be lost like ships passing
Can destiny be tricked to let us love again…?
©anitadawes
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To Be With You… #Poetry
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#Writephoto ~ Glow
Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto
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Meet me one last time to watch the sunrise
Before the blood of the Gods is taken
By the light of day
Their eyes blind to the beauty
Their own fury creates
They trust so little in love
Feuds erupt when it turns in on them
A beautiful maid becomes a reed
Another sent to Hades
Heroes born from forced labour
Where would we be without Hercules, Achilles
Helen and the many hearts she broke
So many stories born
where the sun breaks through
Where would we be without the dawn
And our imagination
I for one, would lose all inspiration
May the battle of the Gods
Continue creating…
©anitadawes
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Our black and white cat… #Poetry
Image by Jaye Marie
Our cat flap has become a revolving door for hungry strays
Which I am sure they are not
I think, Merlin, our black and white, goes out on his rounds
Telling them there is food back at ours
As fast as I fill his bowl, some unknown visitor empties it
I know two of them, one white with black-tipped ears
The other, a black and white like ours that Jaye calls Bandit.
She is fond of him, but I think he looks like an old boxer
I tried putting his bowl away at night
He doesn’t like that, so now it stays out
Twenty-four seven. Hotel cat paws!
They are like silent ninjas
Merlin asleep in the front room with us
I barely hear the cat flap but
He doesn’t bother moving
I manage to catch the odd tail
Slithering out of the half-open flap
Like the remains of a snake slowly disappearing
There are one or two strays
that Merlin doesn’t like coming into the house
That’s when I hear the hissing,
the banging of the cat flap late at night
He’s choosy about who he lets in to eat his food
So now we buy extra food to keep them all happy…
©anitadawes
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#FlashFictionChallenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry
November 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes Water Walkers. It does not have to be in the Anishinaabe tradition; in fact, it would be more interesting to see interpretations from across all nations and walks. It can be a title or used as a phrase. Go where the prompt leads!
Water has a memory
Especially when it comes
to trying to wash the world away
Down some metaphorical drain hole
Flooding seems to drag all water together
It’s hard being reminded that there are many
Taking the water walk to survive
When so many take their hot and cold taps for granted
I remember my grandmother walking out of the house
To the pump room where she would carry her bucket
the three flights to her two small rooms
From preparing food, washing, cleaning house
she would need to take the water walk
I like to walk beside her…
