The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 538 ~ #Poetry

Family broken by death
All turned to dust
Wind blown by a black curse
Books signed, kind words written
Silk covering, tear-stained faces
Strange signs scratched on church door
There’s a hunger in the air
New souls are needed
A rusty truck
Speeds away from the church
Mourners are left wondering
Who will be next…?


#MLMM Wordle #266 #Poetry

When I am laid to dust
When your body no longer 
knows how to love me
Take the jewel from your eye
Lay it aside, listen to your heart
Hear the extra beat, I am there
The noiseless one shines bright
In his unnatural pose
A fugitive from society
Impartial to the glitter
That scatters the Universe
There are eminent clues along the way
Take heed, before all is laid to dust…

© AnitaDawes2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 243, #SynonymsOnly

Family & Peace

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

in the house
the tribe has fled
blood-soaked through floorboards
evil in the quiet space
they whispered of love that fled
of laughter that has turned to dust
their lives were taken while harmony slept
rest in the quiet hush of his Holy Hand…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Dust… #Poetry




Last night an angel

came to haunt my dreams

On waking, I found two numbers

Written in the dust on my windowsill

I know that doesn’t say much

for my housekeeping

Anyway, numbers, 11 and 14

I made a note, hoping there would be more

Sure enough, by the end of the week

I had six numbers that I played on the lotto

Thank God for dreaming, I won something!

Try not to dust too often ladies

You never know when you might be visited…

©anitadawes 2020