#Wordle Puzzle 373

 

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Locked In

My life has only just begun

Yet I am stuck between two worlds.

I have a need to forget, to alter my thoughts

This ordinary cafe where the waiters sing

Let me in, with no way out

Mother told me never to hit

“Talk, let them see you.”

She has no idea, the mood

Of those that hold me here.

I smell revenge, the air thick

With a need to spill blood, my blood

My will is weak. I have no strength to act

I need a weapon to fight for freedom

This is not my world

Whitewashed walls, pills to make me sleep

Sunlight blinds these walls of white

But my mind can see the place to be.

Outside, I see my mothers smile

She sits in shade beneath our tree

That father planted when I was five.

My world is there, by her side.

Voices tell me she is not there

I took her life when I was ten.

Can this be a dream that keeps me locked in?

I pray that fate will not charge me to live it over again…

©Anita Dawes

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

Today, it is Anita’s turn to try an Etheree poem…

These look complicated, but really easy once you get the hang of it.

A ten line poem, beginning with a one syllable word, and ending with  words of ten syllables. Full instructions on Colleen Chesebro’s website

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Cold

Dark sound

Two ghost hands

Waiting by the

Old golden bandstand

Still, no sound to be heard

Lights and music once they played

People dancing while banging sticks

Lights out, no people dancing couples

Ghostly hands on drums sound, cold and empty…

©Anita Dawes

#Wordle 367

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I remember when you lay beside me, your touch, soft as silk, the sting of love on your lips.

I wish everyone could live with the same peace we have found with each other.

If I could fly, I would fly around the world and gather all the lonely people and have them live on our little island, or at least beside us on our empty strip of land.

That was when I wrote the wish, placing it in our trunk for safekeeping.

If I could save one lonely person, the wish will have come true.

Now I feel only the chill, the grief at having lost you.

Deaths cruel hand took you away too soon

Now I say let the world go whistle, I care not for the lonely

For I am now one of them…

 

These really are so much fun to do!

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

This weeks 99 word challenge is Comet…

 

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COMET

When I look at a comet, having been lucky enough to see one, I see a giant snowman, throwing a ball of ice across our night sky, with its tail of dust.

We look upon it with wonder.

Could this giant hand be playing Rounder’s, or maybe Alleygobs with giant marbles? Is there someone on the other side of our dark sky ready to catch them, to hold onto them for too long before we see them again?

Could it be an invisible jockey riding a sky horse or maybe a knight from some forgotten age, looking for Merlin?

#Wordle 364

We just love doing these… find more at https://thesundaywhirl.wordpress.com

 

 

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The dusty street where Sarah lived was being washed clean by today’s rain.

She had chosen this village, this street, having been told she would find the peace and quiet she had been longing for.

As a shy yet brilliant writer, the small house seemed the same, shy, forgotten. A perfect fit. Sarah thought she could work well there. Thoughts rippled through her mind, leading her to a new idea.

Being shy from an early age had left Sarah on the outside and alone for most of her life. She had heard people whisper about her, mistaking her shyness for snobbery. She wished she could blend in the way other people did. How could she tell them of her longing to be like other people, to laugh, to go out dancing. She had been asked in the past, but always refused.

The lilting sound of rain on the window added to the thoughts already growing in her mind. She would yield to them, write them in her new novel.

As she was about to move from the window to start working, she caught sight from the corner of her eye, the brilliant speckled breast of a thrush. And Toby, her neighbour’s cat about to give chase.

To Sarah, this was the life outside her window. She picked up her pen and waited for the new words to begin, to tell people all about the shy young woman behind the rain-spattered window…

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

This weeks 99 Word Challenge: The Yellow Tent

 

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THE YELLOW TENT

I have never been camping, nor slept in a tent

But I do know that yellow is the colour of magic.

Maybe I should try sleeping under a yellow canvas

To see where magic might take me.

To an enchanted forest with a babbling brook

Listening to the music made by flowing water

With fairy lanterns to light my way.

A castle where I might find my own Prince Charming

King Arthur and the Round Table

With Merlin by his side.

The golden chalice having been found

Back in its rightful place

Maybe there, I will find my happiness…

The Sunday Whirl #Wordle Puzzles

Wordle Puzzle #363

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I shall not refrain from wandering through new worlds

Beyond the Universe

My skin and bones, like stones and shells, gathered from some distant sea.

Am I bound by shame?

Must I always walk in the shade, my guilt a weight too heavy to carry?

I must find a place to lay it down, to pass it on

Allow it to twine with another soul.

Let them carry my burden a while.

In my heart, I know the soul I am thinking of

For we were bound by an invisible skein from birth.

No judge’s wig can sentence me more than I have myself.

I must keep searching for a way to set us both free…

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle Stories #362

Look what we found the other day!

Another fabulous writing exercise to get those grey cells moving!

The Sunday Whirl posts a wordle picture with a selection of words for you to write a story, poem or whatever you like, including all or most of them…

Don’t forget to link your efforts back to The Sunday Whirl…

 

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Wordle Story #362

 

They say time will pass and heal all wounds…

My heart has not been told of this; it swims in a lake of pain.

Your picture ever before my eyes, no place for me to travel,

No sign leading the way out.

I broke the gift of love you gave me when I let you go…

The Days are Far Too Short…

 

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Writers the world over must be grateful that someone invented Indie Publishing, but I wonder why they didn’t invent a better way of marketing the books we create while they were at it?

By better, I mean a way we can understand and implement, a system that actually works?

Now, I know I have a problem with technology, but I have tried my best to make head or tail out of it, and, overall, I have managed to understand and even utilise some of it.

Most writers are not wired to master marketing.  We want to write, not blow our own trumpets. The mere thought of being more visible than we have ever been in our lives is enough to chill our blood. We understand that we must make meaningful connections on social media, have book trailers on YouTube, for marketing is all about knowing, liking and trusting, but we also know there is so much more to it.

The experts say it is okay, to begin with baby steps, sharing everything, we do, but where do we go from there?

Do we…

Make a plan for our marketing activity?

Get excited about our progress and share the excitement?

Keep pushing the boundaries of our comfort zone?

Learn new techniques?

Try paid advertising, even though it is an expensive nightmare?

Keep changing all of our keywords, hoping to hit on some that work?

Need a newsletter, podcast, more trailers, FB ads?

Have we checked we are doing all we can on all the media sites?

I have tried most of these, but there are simply not enough hours in the day for everything!

There is no easy way we can implement everything we learn.

There is also the writing to consider, as this is the most important part of your marketing campaign.

Somehow, writers must learn to manipulate time, prioritise until our brains bleed, and hope we stumble upon the magic formulae…

(unless someone out there has already discovered it, and if you have, please let us in on the secret!)