Born conjoined lived as one haunted, they cry for a better life hiding in dark spaces they dream of how they might be if only they had been born as one in a world of possibilities their crying can still be heard to this day… ©AnitaDawes2022
Beware the howl beneath the full moon Old letters come to light, damaging claims that could make the family uncomfortable The child is not yours Letters found by an obsessive neighbour Who rubbed her hand at the news she hoped would shake the family Little knowing her husband admired his wife’s resolve To bring up the child left on her doorstep as her own The letters dated from the war Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket The note read, I am sixteen, I cannot take care of her Her name is Rose. So why now, so many years later does someone want to remind them they are not the child’s parents? Questions that may never be answered… ©AnitaDawes2022
Abandoned by the Gods at birth Bitter twist of fate left a scar Avoiding relationships, she drifts alone Never knowing love, her heart stops feeling Drifting on a sea of unknowing, she courts death Over high peaks, she skis on soft snow Never once looking at warning signs Eager to reach the bottom Down the soft slopes to safety, another day… ©AnitaDawes2022
Can you hear her crying late at night? Over the loud music, I hear her tears You and I watch as she carries her pain Nothing we do can change the beat of time Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat Over the river, sits the King on his throne Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears Evening starlight removes her pain Never again, would her tears last through the night… ©AnitaDawes2022
Falling out of love I find Opportunities I thought lost Understanding what to do, however Nothing I could think of helps Drowning is how I felt Always the same feelings repeated Too late, you lost me In moonlight I sleep On wings of white I fly late at night Nearer to you, before we fall out of love… ©AnitaDawes2022
Another wonderfully sad, heartbreaking poem from Anita!
Under purple skies, she sits, she sings
Low winds carry her voice, her echo
Tomorrow tells yesterday’s old stories
Impossible dreams crushed like broken glass
Memories claw like branches
on the bedroom window pane
Alerting the sleeping mind to horrors outside
Tomorrows nightmares arrive early
Entering the subconscious, they grow,
Slowly waiting for the day they bloom…
©AnitaDawes2022
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
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
Trembling, I stand on the edge of the universe Remembering the life I had before, the family After the long darkness The memories, pinpoints of light, jewels Evening murmurs break the silence Raging storm clouds gather Rain carries new light Evening stars, hidden by dark clouds Sun hides, waiting to shine Telling us there will be a new day Rain covered earth springs back, new life In a memory that shines bright, I remember Her face, her blue eyes that glow Love spoken without words… ©AnitaDawes2022
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 