Jaye’s Week …

Good morning to all our friends, readers and writers everywhere. We hope life is treating you well. But if it isn’t, give it a good kick in the shins!

November already, and where did the year go?

We know where some of it went, as we are still trying to recover from a nasty encounter with the covid virus. We have tested clear, but not feeling well at all yet.

What has surprised me most about this virus is what it does to your brain. I have been trying (slowly) to pick up where I was before, but it’s just not happening. Which does not bode well for any reading and writing I want to do. Routine tasks seem safe, but anything that needs thinking about is basically a lost cause.  They call this ‘brain fog’, and it seems most people end up with it. I hope it doesn’t hang around for too long, for I distinctly remember having a long list of new ideas to implement.

Along with my crazy head, the weather is pretty crazy too. Torrential rain and gale-force winds are doing their best to keep us indoors, where a noisy extractor fan in the bathroom is driving us all nuts! It refuses to switch off and runs all night. Hopefully, we can get it fixed soon…

We will probably spend what’s left of the year trying to return to normal, but something tells me that ‘normal’ days could be a thing of the past. I have just heard that the Christmas turkey could be a memory this year due to more avian flu.

We dread to think what 2023 has in store for all of us, but early signs are not hopeful…

Anyone know what kind of clouds these are? We have never seen anything like this before…

White Ghosts… #Poetry

 

Image by Ashish Bogawat from Pixabay

Grey clouds on white candy
Black clouds carrying heavy rain
Lovers kiss beneath outstretched umbrellas
Rain splashed pavements wait for blue skies
White prisms of light shine on polished leaves
Trees sway, shedding their last teardrops
The earth greedy with thirst
Eagerly swallows each tear
White ghosts painted on blue skies
Light souls shining through
Touching those below, covering
The earth with memory
Waiting to be remembered
Grey clouds dropping rain
Showering the earth with secrets
Children splash in puddles
As other feet did years ago
Lift your face to the clouds
Taste the rain upon your lips
Do you remember?
Does the taste of something lost come to mind?
Clouds will bring the rain again.
Teasing you, daring you to remember
Secrets of the past hidden in each drop
Clouds pass, unseen by many below
Tilt your head, see the magic they make
The shapes and wonder of sky art…
White bleached clouds sail across blue skies
The day is washed clean as if by magic
Pink clouds hiding behind pillars of white
The day sails through to the purple hue of evening
All is well with my world…

© Anita Dawes 2021

 

Chasing Clouds… #Poetry

Image by giografiche from Pixabay

This morning I was chasing clouds
Now I am watching them
dancing naked by candlelight
Six beautiful nymphs with golden locks
Soft music spreading through my mind
As large willows brush the water’s edge
Should I be spying on a scene from a fairy-tale?
Moving slowly, my bare feet touching water
Looking down, I could not see my reflection
The water clean, clear
Reflecting willow fronds, flickering lights
Dancing nymphs
Where am I?

©anitadawes 2020

What a difference a day makes…

I didn’t care that it was raining, or that the wind was so strong it nearly blew me off my feet. I had finally made it to my favourite healing place and that was all that mattered.

I had wanted to come to the island today, to defy the weather and stand on the path overlooking the sea. To climb over the old wooden breakwater and cross the shingle beach and stand at the water’s edge like I always did.

The last time I was here seemed like a lifetime ago now. So much has happened since then, so much misery and heartache, worry and sadness and not much better now if the truth be told.

This was what today’s visit was all about. Time to find some of the peace I always found by the sea, to help make sense of the turmoil in my heart and head. I watched the waves form out to sea, the white horses riding the waves as they galloped to the shore. They crashed down in a roar as the water met the shingle, and I felt myself relax for the first time in weeks.

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I watched each wave reach further up the beach before it became swallowed by the one coming up behind. The sight and sound enthralled me as it always had, soothing my soul into acceptance. I tried to ignore the wind that was numbing my face and the rest of the pain, disappointment and anger slowly faded away and the tears began to fall, as salty as the sea I loved so much…

The Next day…

The following day we were invited on a trip. This time to Southsea on the south coast, just twenty miles away.

After the battering I received yesterday, I wasn’t keen to go out again, but the sun was shining and the only clouds in the sky were soft, fluffy, snow-white creations, promising a lovely day.

On the way, the view of these clouds through the car windows was mesmerising. Against the clear crystal blue of the sky, the clouds seemed to glow, and the formations were amazing.

Image by Jaye Marie

The day couldn’t have been more different to the freezing gale lashing of yesterday.

While we ate our lunch outside in the fresh air, we were visited by a crowd of starlings. Such beautiful birds with their iridescent plumage and intelligent chatter. They waited patiently for any morsels we felt like offering and made excellent luncheon companions.

When this huge seagull landed among them, we watched to see what the starlings would do but they simply ignored him, and he soon flew away.

After lunch, we were lucky enough to witness the departure of Southsea’s Hovercraft, a huge noisy beast of a machine and we were all sprayed with seawater as it fired up and took off.

I watched it travel across the Solent towards the Isle of Wight, leaving a trail of froth in its wake, gleaming in the sunshine.

This was a short visit, but we all agreed it had been well worth it. It had been a lovely few hours, where we laughed together and enjoyed one another’s company for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime…

Clouds… #Poetry

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Image by Jaye Marie

Clouds

Through purple clouds

I see the world below

People, tiny ants scurrying

Searching, working through

Vanishing life

They need a stop button

Time to see through the purple haze

Take a walk in the slow lane

Rediscover life

As it’s meant to be

The part that does not belong

Under the yoke

Find that something

That belongs to you alone.

©anitadawes

Blue Skies… #Poetry

 

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Image by Jaye Marie

 

Blue Skies

Lying in my garden, looking at a clear blue sky,

I wondered who had all the billowing white eiderdown clouds.

The mountain ones that move as you watch,

as if someone were beneath blowing them with old bellows.

Where I am, they seem to have run out of cotton wool.

Looking skyward as I was about to step inside

to put the kettle on, there they come,

thin wisps of white stringy clouds.

The shortage apparent, stretched by some unseen hand

to fill the blue space, battling with a small supply of cotton wool.

I smiled to myself, as if a child’s thoughts had invaded my mind.

Coffee in hand, I decided to do some work.

More productive than playing silly buggers…

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