One Step Forward…

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I seem to be taking one step forward and two back…

The recent productivity is having a knock-on effect on everything, and although I welcome this, I am having trouble understanding why I end up with so many more plans than those I started with. Usually, having nothing to do with what I am doing at the time.

Finishing one job lands me among all those ghosts of other projects I either made a mess of, or completely forgot about.

My mind does try, bless it, to think along dual idea lines, and I have had serious talks with the muse to stop cramming my head with so many ideas, to at least wait until I finish one!

Eventually, of course, my enthusiasm fades, leaving me to struggle on, stubborn to the last. I could do without the never-ending tooth and earache, as they seem to have addled quite a few of my struggling grey cells!

I mean, how long does it take an extraction to heal?

I was going to ring the doctor today, but somehow I can’t make myself pick up the phone, mainly because I know she will fob me off with the same pills as last time, and also because I’m not sure if the toothache is making the ear problem worse, or the other way around.

I have the sneaky feeling that once you approach 80, they start to edge you towards the compost heap, as there has been a noticeable lack of enthusiasm whenever I mention one of my many long-standing problems.

This state of affairs leaves me unwilling to bother, preferring to wait and see what happens while continuing with salt rinses and painkillers. I am also experimenting with CBD drops as they are supposed to help with arthritis and the accompanying depression of everything else.

So far, I am managing to write and run the office…

Sheer Terror… #Acrostic Poetry

Screaming in my head broke the silence
Under cover of darkness, they moved
Pulsing, like a broken strobe light
Eyes open, my body frozen
Rain on my window, like thunder crashing
In time held still, tears formed
None could fall, my body motionless
Terror took over from screaming
Every sound heightened, blood coursing, 
                                   a thundering waterfall
Light has a sound of its own, humming gently
Letting hope in, past the darkness
Insidious shadow beings, chasing the light
Gaining time stolen from another dimension
Early morning light, slid into my room
Nearer to the shadows fading
Clearing my mind, my body restoring movement
Every part of the night vanished; fear melted…

©AnitaDawes2022

Do you see the word this stunning acrostic poem was created for?

No me again today, folks.

Sorry about that, but had a big old very bad tooth out yesterday and my face and head ache feel like I’ve been smacked with a mallet… Jaye

I cannot Live… #Poetry

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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…

©AnitaDawes2022

Another #Six on Saturday… and why ever not?

I don’t really need an excuse to walk around my garden, but after an incredibly busy week, I was more than glad to do it.

Always first on my visiting list are Acers.

This one is right outside my back door and is looking so bright and cheerful right now. There are such amazing colourways in acers, and I cannot get enough of them!

The second Acer lives at the bottom of my garden. A delightful pale green with delicate, lacy foliage. It started life as a bonsai but refused to be confined in a pot. It is now taller than I am!

Third is a creamy pale pink Rhododendron, just starting to burst into flower.

Evergreen, it has been one of the few patches of green in the garden. The only sign of life all winter long and these early flowers are a joy to see.

Fourth is another Rhododendron, a purple one. Always late, but well worth it. Those huge flower buds promise an amazing display this year…

Fifth is a tree I once found in a garden centre and fell in love with, which has never quite lived up to its promise. I didn’t realise it was supposed to be a column cherry, one that grows up and not out if you know what I mean. It is 8 feet tall now and as thin as a bean pole. Good for small gardens, I suppose. I love all the different varieties of cherry and I do love this one for trying, bless it…

Sixth and last on my visit is my bonsai Laburnum. I grew it from seed seven years ago, and it sometimes produces those amazing yellow flowers. I just love the leaves!

That was a quick visit, mainly because here in the UK, it is still very cold.

Hopefully, we have some warmth coming, as the jobs are piling up out there…

Jaye Marie

A Lucky Penny… the wizards’ will is strong today… #Poetry

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

The Wizards will is strong today
A lucky penny he threw my way
In my pocket, I let it sit.
The next day I found a job
Life is looking up I thought
People say I am a fool to heed his words
A vagrant, that sits alone
on the bench all day.
Yet in his eyes, I see much more
His ragged clothes turn most away
I see a suit of golden hue
His footsteps light when he walks 
His age disguised by a trick of sight.
So much they miss with noses turned
What fate, what future stands without?
First condemning with sight and sound.
Let those walk by who see him not
I keep my penny out of sight
My life I see in his hands.
A light to pin my hopes upon...

©AnitaDawes2022