A Dream Space… #Poetry

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay ~ Poem by A Dawes

A Dream Space

Inside time there is a dream space
Never has there been a time like now
For dreams to come true
Afraid to sleep, don’t be
Memories fade into shadows
Often repeated in a new life
Under warm covers, you must dream it first
So that you can be reborn...

©AnitaDawes2022

She Sings… #Poetry

Under purple skies, she sits, she sings
Low winds carry her voice, her echo
Tomorrow tells yesterday’s old stories
Impossible dreams crushed like broken glass
Memories claw like branches
      on the bedroom window pane
Alerting the sleeping mind to horrors outside
Tomorrows nightmares arrive early
Entering the subconscious, they grow,
      Slowly waiting for the day they bloom…

©AnitaDawes2022

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…

©AnitaDawes2022

A Brilliant start to the Week! #Poetry

We’re back!

I managed to switch off the computer and my worry machine over the weekend. My fingers ache from all the writing I have done, but I am so happy with the results of my first writing retreat. This may be a regular thing until I finish this work in progress.

This year started crazy and has continued to challenge us all. I lost my way with writing, to be honest, I didn’t think I could turn it around.

Somehow, I found a store of better determination, and I’m delighted! I even found time to plant seeds and cut the grass!

I managed 3000 words this weekend and came up with ideas for two more books while I was at it. Not sure why this happens, but so glad it does.

We are kicking off the week with another one of Anita’s incredible yet crazy poems. She may not be up to any long walks yet, but her brain is still working properly. Yay!

This brilliant acrostic poem is actually three poems in one. You can read each font separately, or as one poem.

That Empty Feeling ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 546 ~ #Poetry

That Empty Feeling  


Dawn stretched its red flames
Across the tips of the mountains
Strange mists awoke my mind
The world outside quite still
Something felt off, I could see
only through a blur of old memories
I shouldered my nightgown
hearing only his sound, his voice. He laughed
I turned, expecting to see him standing behind me
Reminding me he liked it off the shoulder
The one that made life hard
To live without…

©AnitaDawes2022

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

#TankaTuesday 2/8/22 #Poetry Challenge No. 260, #SpecificForm: Abhanga

Old Melodies

Long locked inside the dark
my heart took sudden flight
my eyes did see the light
through old sorrows

Darkness tells of old days
taken by memories
so long old melodies
lost to my mind

©AnitaDawes2022

To Paint… or not to Paint?

Image by Pixabay.com

To Paint, or not to Paint?

I had noticed lately that our house was starting to look rather shabby. The paintwork looked dull and the walls had seen better days. As for the ceilings, well, it made me giddy just thinking about trying to paint them now I am an old lady!

We found ourselves discussing paint colours, but that does not describe what usually happens around here. We argue heatedly for hours and then try to forget that we ever thought of it in the first place. We have gathered quite a crowd in wallpaper shops too, trying to make up our minds.

Mind you, all of this is probably academic, as I am having trouble keeping up with the housework now my knees have begun to hate me with a passion, so climbing a ladder might be a bridge too far!

My mind took me back to the early days when we did so many silly things, trying to put food on the table when the kids were small. I remembered the house that we were hired to decorate. Gloss paint on all the woodwork and an expensive wallpaper on all the downstairs walls and of course, the stairs. Nothing complicated, we thought. A piece of cake…

Now, I am very tall, but that doesn’t help with old houses with high ceilings.

We had a ladder, but that wouldn’t be any good on the stairs. Then I remembered the exercise bar we had at home. The kind that spans a doorway so you can do pull-ups. With a bit of luck and a following wind, we could clamp it across the stairs to take the other end of our scaffold board. Make sure it is firmly fixed and level, then we could balance the stepladder on it to reach the top of the wall.

At this stage, I must confess that I don’t like heights. I get nauseous and more than a bit giddy, but we needed the money.

Praying to all that was Holy and armed with a carefully pasted and folded length of wallpaper, I ascended the ladder. It was very wobbly, and I fully expected to fall and end up in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, wrapped up like a parcel in soggy wallpaper.

Those of you who have papered a wall will know that a fair bit of stretching goes on as you align the paper, trim the top and smooth all the bumps and air bubbles away. Several times, I swayed precariously on one leg but managed to complete my mission.

What I didn’t know at the time, was all the near heart attack moments that Anita was having as she tried to keep the ladder steady. She was in the perfect position to see just how dangerous it was and how close we came to disaster.

We had fun in those days, taking incredible risks, and impossible jobs. This job was memorable for another reason too.

The owner of the house had celebrity friends, and they would often have to duck under our ladders as they came and went. The best day of all was when Bucks Fizz visited, and Mike Nolan signed his name on Anita’s arm! They signed their latest record for us and told the world about the crazy girls who were decorating their friend’s house!

So, taking risks was worth it that day!

Not every job had such high spots. Like the time Anita knocked over a tin of white gloss paint all over a dark chocolate coloured carpet! The owner caught us trying to scoop up the paint with spoons, and we expected our marching orders (or worse!) But they couldn’t have been nicer about it.

By the way, how are you supposed to wallpaper stairs?