Never Forget… #Poetry

Never Forget

Turning forty tomorrow
Evenings feel longer
Memories knocking stronger
People forgotten
Turning in my mind
Arriving like paper flowers
Turning my frown upside down
Inviting new wishes
On tomorrows page I write
Never forget where you came from…


The Sunday Whirl Wordle ~#553 ~ #Poetry

I close my eyes at night
Hoping they open in the morning
I lie beneath the covers
Waiting for the nightmares to begin
A single crow, hovers above me
I hear a shot of thunder
I slip away, against a clear black sky
A million stars, brighter than I have seen before
They fly towards me, a single flower in my hand
Can I beat back the nightmares?
To place the flower in my mother’s hand?


I cannot Live… #Poetry

Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay
I cannot live…

I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you
You belong to another
Yet the clocks stop when I say your name
The wind ceases to moan
You are the light of my life, my moon at night
I tell myself I cannot fall in love with you
You belong to another
When I think of you I forget to breathe
My future does not exist
My heart screams to be with you
In order to live, I must steal you from another
So be it
I cannot live a half-life in darkness…


Silent Bells… #Poetry #Wordle 548

Image by zanna-76 from Pixabay
The silver hours of our lives
Chime like bells that become silent
The light dims on plans we made
A match made in heaven they said
Minutes catch each breath
I drove through life without a care
Fate was on my side
The letter I wrote declaring my love
Never sent, you belong to another
What chance did I have
To break what is heaven made?


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Exciting New Development in the Office This Week!

My Desk ~ Editing ~ Image by Jaye Marie

I have been turning the computer off early every day this week, desperately trying to knock my current WIP into shape without any distractions

This work has not been a good write by any stretch of the imagination. I have literally lost the plot on more than one occasion, resulting in major shuffles, brain crushing revisions and mind-numbing depression.

To be honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, trying to write anything. What with all the hospital visits, blood tests and caring for the most unwilling patient in the world, someone who has no idea how to accept being incapacitated, never having been ill in her life before.

So, one way or another, the past twelve months have been a nightmare.

Desperate to do something, anything to lighten the load, I have been trying to create a little enthusiasm around here. I have tried suggesting days out (now Anita is stronger and we can go out!)

Nothing seemed to work.

Until yesterday.

I had left completed chapters of Ghost of a Chance on my desk and was upstairs changing the sheets on one of the beds when I heard loud wows coming from the office.

These sounded like good wows, so I quickly finished what I was doing and rushed downstairs.

Anita has never been interested in my writing, as detective mysteries are not her thing. So, when I discovered she had been reading the chapters AND thought they were good, the sudden burst of enthusiasm in the room was amazing to feel and very welcome. We spent the rest of the day discussing my book and my lack of progress. So, when she offered to beta read/edit it for me, I nearly hit the floor. Editing has never been her scene, always been my job and I love doing it.

Well, I did until I became a writer too, as I don’t think editing your own work is quite the same thing.

So, how is it going?

I have the first six chapters back and am amazed they are not completely covered in red ink. I am also amazed by the points raised, as just changing a few words here and there has made such a difference.

I have always admired Anita’s writing skills, to discover another of her talents has come at the perfect time for both of us…

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 539 ~ #Poetry

For me rain brings new smells
The vibration in the air changes
Brushed with new opportunities
There is no hesitation
As I lace my nails with gold varnish
Ready to cut through a new day
The body upstairs lies bleeding
Two shots in the head
Miss Moneypenny insisted 
that the leak be plugged
The facts must remain top secret
Job done; my day had started well…

© AnitaDawes 2022

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #528 ~ #Poetry

A bright turquoise sky
Shone with dissonance
Tension, like a too tight string on a guitar, broke
Easy blew the breeze with one great Shh
Was felt across the globe
A female voice whispered, stay with me
Old Father Time rode the current across the Thames
Release sailed past Parliament House
Sparks flew as new thoughts penetrated the old walls
The MP’S would never work the same way again…

© AnitaDawes 2021