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
I See You I see a piece of you like a puzzle that has slipped out of place it's the reason you are out of step with your life. I see the chaos in the space between strange moments that don't fit that don't belong to you. As if someone is trying to occupy the space before it closes. I hear your voice, the sound belongs to another harsh, cruel. It scares me as if someone has taken a piece of my mind. Does it match your missing part? Will we find a way to put them back in place? will life tear more away, as if we were no more than cardboard cut-outs from a forgotten jigsaw puzzle... ©AnitaDawes2019
I must make a decision.
One I have been putting off for a while now. Unfortunately, I must cut back on the work I do, the reading, writing and blogging, due to severe dizziness and nausea.
It breaks my heart, for I love what I do, every single minute of it.
I had enough trouble years back when cataracts nearly scuppered me, but being a trooper, I found other ways to do things.
Now, I have a new and most unwelcome visitor. Something my doctor thinks is Meniere’s Disease. Sounds awful, doesn’t it?
I have been having what I call my dizzy days for years, days when I must give in and switch off the PC. Luckily, these only lasted a day back then. Then it gradually changed to two days, then more, becoming a big problem.
Then the earache began, and the dizziness became worse. I couldn’t work, couldn’t go out in the car due to travel sickness. At my age, I ask you!
Of course, this situation is ongoing. I have new pills that don’t seem to do anything and have yet to be referred to the ENT department at our local hospital.
In the meantime, I am reducing my computer time, as this seems to be the worst culprit. Looking on the bright side, I might get more writing done, away from the glare of that hypnotic screen!
I am determined not to vanish completely, as that will not do at all. I just wanted to let you know that things may look a bit different around here for a while…
Jaye
Look to the Horizon
Black night when souls Fall beyond the horizon Chains crash like dark waves Against the shore Birds, pecking on glass Glass breaking Flesh torn Pierced through to the heart Is this the sound of war? The sound of sorrow? Hot tears like desert rain Taking life back to where it came Human dust fills the air Life is futile Time consists of silence The living weep All in vain… ©AnitaDawes2022
Speculative Fiction Prompt: February 2022
Kiss Time had not yet made a sound The world lay in waiting for the first breath For words to be spoken and life to awake Sound breaking the silence, life, as we know it, has begun We meet, we love, we live The years pass, winter has found us Cold hard like the world outside Angry words fill our days Love is hanging on a thread We barely talk, touching is long forgotten Time has frozen the love we once knew We live like ghosts under the same roof Love remembered keeps me here When you no longer want me Kiss me with poison on your lips... ©AnitaDawes2022
This beautiful poem comes from Shadows, Anita’s book of poetry…
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 