The Universe The universe is like crazy paving You cannot avoid the cracks With each step, it changes Like a constant gardener Living in a compost heap of Earth’s wine Plucking weeds, planting bulbs where they’re not wanted Changing borders, straightening edges Turning my life into a jigsaw puzzle Pieces missing, others put in place where they don’t fit, causing chaos Surely they could have chosen a better plan on the day I was born? ©AnitaDawes2022
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
Inside the box, voices could be heard nagging at my mind Thoughts scrambling, fighting to be one Ending in a light bulb moment Radio had been left on low Daft old man, I told myself Inside the box, you know that, you remember Memory is a tricky thing Every hour that passes, it fades Nice memories cling on fast Sitting like a comfy armchair, don’t let go Inside the box will help you keep listening On this journey we call life Nearer to your ending A new beginning waits Let go, let it in… ©AnitaDawes2022
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
Last month, Colleen asked Sally Cronin to select a syllabic form for us to learn more about. Her choice was the butterfly cinquain.
Anita’s first butterfly cinquain!
I wasn’t ready for the week to start, as still immersed in my WIP. I have made amazing progress, (some of Anita’s alchemy) over the weekend, so it does seem a shame to switch off that part of my brain,
So, I won’t.
Luckily, Anita has been busy too. A new poem, I Cannot Live and The Sunday Whirl Wordle, so I hope you won’t miss me today!
The Sunday Whirl Wordle
Love is a kind of alchemy It leaves you feeling as though you have drunk too much It teases your mind, searching for that silver lining Your eyes blinded by the sparkle of the gold ring on your finger The dirt crumbles beneath your feet Fools say they will never fall in love They sit alone at the bar, drowning their sorrows Sometimes I want to shake them by the back of the neck Tell them there is alchemy waiting out there… ©AnitaDawes2022
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
I am hoping that Anita’s latest acrostic poem will bring some sunshine to our neck of the woods, as we are so tired of chilly. At least it’s not raining!