Inside my mind… #Poetry

 

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Inside my mind

In my imagination

Like Ali, I am the greatest

I fly with eagles

Sale the river on the back of a black swan

Cross the Amazon in a single bound

Build the pyramids single handed

Rediscover the lost library of Alexander

I know all the secrets in the Vatican

I read the minds of our great inventors

This one was heavy going

They do not think the way we do

Discovering new worlds for humanity to live on

Hoping this time not to mess it up

I have had ten minutes all to myself

Back to work now

Tea to cook, family home

Washing to be done

Homework to be taken care of

I wonder what I will get up to tomorrow…

©Anita Dawes

#Wordle ~ 421 #Poetry

 

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I pluck a feather from the air

An angel passing

As the champagne cork

flew across the room

The mirror ball spun

Silver dancing fairies lit the room

We jive to the sound of jazz

In a smoke-filled room

Clash with a stranger’s shoulder

The beat slows to a gentle sway

Dancing closer now

The feeling between us electric

©Anita Dawes

#Writephoto ~ Reaching #Poetry

Due to our wi fi malfunction, we are a little late posting our entry for Sue Vincents #Writephoto challenge.

Better late  than never, I say!

 

Thursday photo prompt: Reaching #writephoto

 

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I fly over land and sea

Finding all I am meant to see

Astral body glowing bright

Alongside birds who fly at night

I see tall dark trees in winters light

Reaching for each other to say goodnight

Spring returns with summers oncoming light

New warmth returning bright green leaves

We sleep now beneath soft grey clouds

Curtains drawn against the dying of the light

A strip of blue as a reminder of days return

With a slow spinning world

We root our lives upon…

©AnitaDawes

Mirror… #Poetry

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Mirror

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

Is it the many other parts of you?

Is it the shadow of your childhood

standing behind you?

How many of those young dreams

still beat inside your heart?

Does the grey hair remind you

of the inevitable?

Old dreams become new,

you no longer look for yesterday…

©AnitaDawes

Days Gone…

 

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Days Gone

I heard a shadow scream

With bodily form within

My heart wrenched with need to help

The cry held the tears of the world

Weighing heavily on my mind

Stepping into the darkness

I heard the whispered words

She took my life, I was flushed away

I cannot move back nor forward

My spirit lies in limbo.

I knew this spirit, my mind

rushed back to my 11-year-old self

On instructions, it was my hand

that flushed this small body away

my life went on. It’s now in later years

I hear the echo of those days…

©Anita Dawes

#Wordle 420 #Poetry

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Justice, no more than a roll of the dice

An acid tongued judge, passing judgement

On other people’s lives

Often without knowing the true story

As to how this poor soul stood in the dock

I leave the jury room, outside, the hail hits me

On the back of my neck

I act instinctively, run for cover

Safe, I scratch the back of my neck

It feels sore. Acid rain maybe.

I know where I would rather be

I need to burrow under my duvet

Forget the world, for me it often runs too fast

I hate the feeling of being the one

To tamper with someone’s problems

I judged him guilty on the evidence given

Too fast, his life now behind bars

Maybe I will bake a cake with a file hidden inside

So, he can hack his way to freedom

No one knew I had been living with this man

For the past ten years, on ill-gotten gains…

©Anita Dawes

Longing… #Poetry

 

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Longing

I search distant lands for beauty

Sacred sites fill my eyes

Yet none remain in beauty

My feet cannot find

The image held in mind

I have no words to tell

From whence it comes

To haunt me

My heart so filled with longing

For beauty’s eyes to see me

When darkness comes

Her light surrounds me

I sleep in the arms of beauty

Morning light steals her from me

With hollow heart I continue

Must I die in search of beauty?

©Anita Dawes

Weekend Trip x2 #Poetry

 

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We seemed to be the only people

Sitting in this sun filled cathedral of tall trees

The rock warm beneath me

The space whispered of ancient times

Secrets I wish I could hear

I wondered if the stone I held would speak to me

I heard a loud splash, as if a stone

had been thrown into the river

Looking carefully, I could see no one

I took this as my answer

The stone was mine

I held it in my hand like a sacred treasure, a gift

I wonder what secrets

it might whisper to my waiting mind

I might have to wait a while

As I am not good at meditating

If anything comes, I will let you know…

©Anita Dawes