Blue Moon… #Poetry

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Blue Moon

Blue moon, the triple goddess

If you should be unfortunate enough to meet her

Do not hold her gaze

For she sees through time and space

Through all your lifetimes

She brings them to the fore

All your past misdeeds

You may be forced to live them again

Which many of us do

Under her gaze, you have become

Triple cursed

Each returning misdeed

Weighs more than you can carry

Yet under a blue moon you may be lucky

For it is said she can be appeased

By asking for her forgiveness

For on that one night when the moon shines blue

She is inclined to forgive

Those she takes a liking to

Pray that she likes the look of you…

©anitadawes

The Others… #Poetry

 

 

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The Others

When you leave your bed in the morning

Be sure to smooth out the line

Your body left behind

For there are others who wait

To steal the warmth from your soul

Should they manage to occupy

The space you vacated

Your soul turns cold, a shard of ice

Stealing the warmth from your heart

Turning your footsteps from the path

You were meant to tread

Strange winds blow through your life

While others slowly take form

Until there is another lying

In the line where you once slept…

©anitadawes

#TuesdayBookBlog ~ A Boy Called Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2 ~ #Fiction @marciameara

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In Book 2 of the Wake-Robin Ridge series, Marcia Meara, author of Swamp Ghosts and Finding Hunter, returns to the rugged beauty of the North Carolina mountains, introducing a little boy whose remarkable gift will change the world for everyone he meets.

“Evil’s comin’, boy…comin’ fast. Look for the man with eyes like winter skies, and hair like a crow’s wing. He’s the one you gotta find.”

 

The remote mountain wilderness of North Carolina swallowed up the ten-year-old boy as he made his way down from the primitive camp where his grandparents had kept him hidden all his life. His dying grandmother, gifted with the Sight, set him on a quest to find the Good People, and though he is filled with fear and wary of civilization, Rabbit is determined to keep his promise to her. When he crosses paths with Sarah and MacKenzie Cole, neither their lives nor his, are ever the same again.

The extraordinary little boy called Rabbit has the power to light up the darkness, and the resourcefulness to save himself from the one person his grandparents had hoped would never find him. His dangerous and bittersweet journey will touch you in unexpected ways, and once you’ve let Rabbit into your heart, you’ll never forget him.

Our Review

Rabbit has the gift of ‘seeing’ like his grandmother, but will it help him to find where he belongs?

Rabbit has a father, someone he has never met. Someone his grandmother warned him about. He has turned up wanting his son, but Rabbit knows he must keep away from him and stay with Sarah and MacKenzie Cole, but will he be allowed to stay there?

This is a heartbreaking story, one that broke mine over and over again. Rabbit is a wonderful child and deserves to find happiness, even though it seems impossible.

Although you know that things must get worse before they can get better, some of the good stuff will have you reaching for the tissues too…

 

 

About the Author

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Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years, four big cats, and two small dachshunds. When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. At the age of five, Marcia declared she wanted to be an author and is ecstatic that at age 69, she finally began pursuing that dream. Three years later, she’s still going strong, and plans to keep on writing until she falls face down on the keyboard, which she figures would be a pretty good way to go! Marcia has published six books to date, all of which are available on Amazon in both print and Kindle format: Wake-Robin Ridge A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2 Harbinger: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 3 Swamp Ghosts: A Riverbend Novel Finding Hunter: Riverbend Book 2 Summer Magic: Poems of Life & Love You can reach Marcia via email at mmeara@cfl.rr.com or on the following social media sites: The Write Stuff: http://marciamearawrites.com/ Bookin’ It: http://marciameara.wordpress.com Twitter: @marciameara Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marcia.meara.writer Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/marciameara/ To keep up with the latest news and giveaways, sign up for Marcia’s Mail List here: https://marciamearawrites.com/mail-list-win-free-stuff/

 

 

 

Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 39

 

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Where I find out just how patient I can be

After having both cataracts removed from my eyes over the last few months, I have waited patiently for them to heal. In many ways, this was not a pleasant process.

My vision gradually became so much clearer and the increased amount of housework I have been doing will bear testimony to this. (the house is a lot cleaner now, as I tackle all the grime that I haven’t been able to see before, with or without glasses)

This new development is ironic in a way, and only serves to emphasise the fact that I still cannot see that well to read or use the computer.

I will still need glasses for close work, but until my eyes have healed, I must wear my old ones which aren’t working any better than before. In fact, my eyesight seems worse when I wear them as the prescription is wrong.

Doing anything became a tiring and depressing struggle as my new eyes constantly fought against them, and I couldn’t wait to get them changed.

Waiting to see my optician has been a frustration I could have done without, but finally the day arrived.

She was impressed by the level of improvement in my eyes and declared that my distance vision was now 20/20. My near vision has also improved substantially too, and I will need a much weaker prescription.

All of this was wonderful news, of course, but now I must wait for these new glasses to be ready, but eventually, the waiting will be over.

Talking about waiting…

I am having a little trouble organising the launch sequence for my new book, Silent PayBack, and if I don’t get my act together soon, I will miss the opportunity of successfully marketing it before Christmas. It has been the wrong time to finish a book, what with everything that has been going on (or not going on, if you see what I mean!)

It has taken me so long to edit and do all the necessary stuff that most of the joy has fizzled out along the way. I have been running on stubborn determination most of the time, I can tell you!

Right now, I am wrestling with the content of my launch newsletter that will coincide with the pre order date. I have been trying to understand the finer points of Mailchimp, the people who hold our subscriber list, but it seems the harder I try, the further away the answers get. Something I have never understood, so no change there!

Once, I did attempt to change to Mailerlite, who are supposed to be more user friendly, but didn’t get past the sign-up page. Now, I’m not stupid, (says she confidently) I can sometimes be slow to grasp the finer points but usually manage to get there in the end.

 

Although, I get the sneaky feeling that this may be another aspect of growing old, whether I like it or not!

 

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

Life as we know it…

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After the hissy fit had almost fizzled out, I realised there were a few things I could still do, even without our own wi fi. (which died on Friday afternoon)

I discovered a while ago that there was a way I could piggy back on someone elses wifi. With their permission of course. As luck would have it, we have family living next door, and while this is sometimes not a good thing, it would save my sanity now.

There was just one hitch to this, always is, isn’t there. My newly instaolled Windows 10 didn’t seem to know about this trick, ay least I couldn’t find how to do it anywhere.

But I have done it before, on my laptop. This runs on Windows 8 and has saved my bacon on more than one occasion. Everyone should have another way of connecting to the internet in times of trouble!

I couldn’t post anything yesterday, and it haunted me all night, then I had an idea.

I could repost something from our WP archives, just so our site doesn’t look so bare.

Although I can no longer access my image files, despite racking my brains, I have found a temporary solution for this problem too. WP Media files contain every image I have ever used, so a neat supply there. I know this chaos will only be until Wednesday (at least, I hope its only until Wednesday) but I actually need to blog every day. Sad, I know.

I have been taking advantage of the quiet moments by finally finishing PayBack. Although having said that, I wonder if it should have a rounding up of the loose ends chapter? Especially if there might be a sequel.

I have yet to discover how to print something using the laptop, but I will find out.

(I hope!)

Jaye

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

#Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 35

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In this hot weather, some shop keepers put out bowls of water for any passing dog that might be passing, and this kindness always makes me smile. So imagine my surprise when I was offered a drink of water while browsing the bookshelves at my local charity shop. It was very welcome too!

The woman in charge had one of those containers with a tap and a supply of paper cups. Such a thoughtful gesture in this unbearably hot weather.

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It is noticeably cooler today, so I might be able to think better, something I found impossible yesterday. Finishing PayBack, my WIP was hard enough, but coming up with a rivetting blurb has proved to be beyond my capabilities this week. I have written dozens of them, only to throw most of them into the bin.

I thought about running a poll or whatever you call it, to see what our readers thought, but having not done one of these before, I decided to print the top runners on this post.

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Blurb Version One:

A CITY ON EDGE. A DETECTIVE ON SHAKY GROUND

A serial killer roams the streets of Brighton. When the case lands on Detective David Mallory’s desk, his own personal demon may prevent him from bringing this vicious monster to justice.

As the body count rises, Mallory finds himself sinking under the weight of a heavy secret – one that could jeopardise his job and his reputation.

AN ENGLISH TEACHER WHO CANNOT CATCH A BREAK

Will Taylor’s life is falling apart. Suspected of the sadistic murder of his beautiful wife, he is fired from his post at the University. With so many circumstances stacked against him, how can he prove his innocence?

BOTH MEN HIDE TERRIBLE SECRETS

When their complicated lives become entangled, will David Mallory summon the strength and courage to stop the killer?

And can Will Taylor prove his innocence, reconcile the past and make a new life for himself?

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Blurb Version Two:

As a sadistic murderer preys on the women of Brighton, Detective David Mallory hovers on the edge of the life he wants but haunting childhood memories prevent him from moving forward. Until he can reconcile his past and come to terms with who he is truly meant to be, his fight for justice for the slain women will prove more and more difficult.

With an entire city counting on him to stop this madman, can he summon the strength and courage to stop the killer in his tracks and live in his truth?

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Blurb Version Three:

A city on edge. A detective on shaky ground.

A serial killer roams the streets of Brighton, hunting for his next victim.

When the case lands on Detective David Mallory’s desk, his personal demon may prevent him from bringing this vicious monster to justice.

As the body count rises, Mallory finds himself sinking under the weight of a heavy secret – one that could jeopardize his job and his reputation.

With the pressure building, can the troubled detective reconcile his issues and solve the case before more women die?

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So, what do you think of these blurbs?

Please give me your honest opinion.

Tell me what you think, as my brain has given up and I cannot hope to start launching PayBack without a decent description!

One Moment… #Poetry

 

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One magic moment

To recapture a lifetime

Hidden in my memory box

To relive when needed

A pick and mix of moments

Best loved

People you can meet again

For the first time

Your first kiss, the thrill of the chase

The moment of capture

Waking together that first morning

Not wanting to leave the bed

Would you sell your soul for such a device?

At the age of 73, I would answer yes

Let me relive those moments one last time

Before I meet my maker

I can tell Him where he went wrong

Give me one more spin on earth

Fate written by my own hand this time

That way, if there are mistakes

they will be my own

which maybe easier to get around

rather than a cosmic cock up…

©AnitaDawes

#Wordle 418 #Poetry

 

Lies big or small impact our lives

Often leaving scars

Like water, they run deep

Our ignorance has polluted the ocean

Ruined the climate

No one can number greed in a crisis

Like fires escalating

Does it signal the end?

 

©AnitaDawes