Time Again
Why do you go where I cannot follow?
Must I travel this dusty road alone?
Why must I live in the eye of the storm without you
where silence beats in time with my heart.
Could I wake one morning where time has reversed
To find you lying beside me
Ready to travel the road again…
©anitadawes 2020
What do you see # 49 – 28 September’20
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a hand extended out with a little bird sitting on it. In the background one can see a lake and it’s shore in distance)
Misty morning by my favourite lake
Calm blue water
Crisp as mother’s tablecloth
The trees reflection
Like dark green fingers
Reaching for the shore’s safety
I held bird seed in the palm of my hand
Hoping our small visitor
Would use me as a bird table
So delicate was his touch
He couldn’t weigh much more
Than a folded hanky
His shiny black beak
Matching the colour of his eyes
For me, it was the tiny flash of blue
On his cheek, matching the colour of the lake
He made my day, by stopping by
To eat the lunch I had ready
In the palm of my hand…
©anitadawes 2020
Whilst having lunch with Miss Fox
I noticed a sad look in her eyes
I didn’t ask her about it
I have been told she comes
From a family of liars
I wish I had known
Before I bought the cottage from her
Trust wasn’t an issue then
When my cat sat on her lap
I signed on the dotted line
I don’t know why
I didn’t check the small print
The stable door…
I was too late
The man slipped
the condemned notice in my hand
My beautiful cottage cannot be saved
Miss Fox had gone to ground…
©anitadawes 2020
Running did no good
I missed the last train home
The platform empty,
Cold, darker than I remembered
Five past midnight
The air felt heavy
The sword of Damocles
Hung above my head
I could feel it waiting to drop
As I made my way down the stairs
Hoping to flag down a cab
Something or someone slams into me
Knocking me to the floor
My head spun, I couldn’t see a thing
No one leaning over me
Waiting to apologise
The air had been punched out of my body
By someone who whispered
“Sorry, I can’t miss the last train…”
©anitadawes 2020
What happens
when the real face
of the moon is revealed.
Will fortunes change
While worlds collide?
Will we break like thin glass?
The fallen pieces scar the earth
Nothing grows
I sit beneath the last tree
Wondering what fool
Tried to shoot the moon…
©anitadawes 2020
September 24, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about snacking. It can feature crunchy snacks or creamy one. Who is snacking on what and why? How can you make this a story? Go where the prompt leads!
When I caught my mother snacking
She told me in her sweet mum voice
The one she uses
when she wants to be believed
“It’s rude not to eat the beautiful snacks
When so many people have gone
to so much trouble to get them made.
They must earn their living
It’s our duty to try them out
I love the Farmstand Ranch chips best
They’re always fresh
They have the best crunch
With every bite.”
How could I argue with that?
I didn’t want to be the one
Putting folk out of work
So I joined mum snacking…
©anitadawes 2020
Anita has always wanted to see her poetry in print, and I think this is because they mean a little bit more to her than her fiction work. Probably because they are closer to her heart and soul.
Now, I was an editor long before I became a writer, so I thought compiling a book of poems would be a walk in the park.
It wasn’t.
I started with the eBook, which as you know, doesn’t have pages, it just rolls along until the end. I uploaded 100 of Anita’s most popular poems from last year, all suitably separated by a fancy divider. I wanted to use colour for these, but thought it might be too expensive, (or complicated)
As I was scrolling down the poems, it occurred to me that this system wouldn’t work for the paperback version.
The one thing you don’t want, is what I think they call Widows and Orphans, where you have half of the poem on one page and continuing the next.
The next problem that hit me was that all these poems were different lengths, so fitting them all neatly on the pages was going to be difficult, complicated to say the least.
One problem lead to the next, when I realised this book would need a TOC, or table of contents.
I haven’t done one of these in ages so had to scrape my morale of the floor and search the house for my thinking cap.
Which leads me to the last problem.
At least I hope it’s the last!
My brain keeps letting me down right in the middle of a procedure. Every time I have a good thought, half of it seems to vanish in a puff of smoke and I’m left with just enough to drive me crazy!
I tend to write a lot of notes these days because of this new development, but it happens so fast now, I often don’t get to the pen in time.
Sometimes the rest of the thought pops up again later, but then I must remember the first part and marry them up!
So I would be grateful if you find any howling errors, to let me know, so I can fix them!
What with one thing and another, I haven’t been able to do any marketing, so I’ll be playing catch up forever with this one. I have tried to add the link but unfortunately, it doesn’t feel like behaving. The link on the cover in our sidebar isn’t working either so not having a great day! I seem to have done everything right, so must be this new editor. Methinks its time to ask WP for help…
There will be more about this book, but feel free to add some feedback in the meantime…
Love Broken
There’s a sad song on the radio
Love broken like a glass fallen
The scattered pieces only fit for the bin
Somethings can’t be glued together
Nor plastered over
Yet the search goes on
For a love unfettered by pain
Each kiss from a stranger
Tells a story
Keep looking for that kiss
That has no story
Only you in mind…
©anitadawes 2020
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What do you see # 48 – 21 September’20
(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a covered paved street. One person is sitting in a chair in the middle of the street talking to another sitting at the side walk. There is a truck parked in the street behind them. The street is lighted up well with lights hanging from the ceiling)
A philosophical debate
Is carried late into the night
Beneath artificial light, a covered market
Where creeping shadows fall
The yellow truck slowed to park
Letting the two men chatter,
Catching a few words, the driver thought
There must be a body beneath
The yellow tarpaulin
Hanging beside the man on the sidewalk
No other voices can be heard
The swollen heat keeping other souls at bay
The debate cannot be concluded
The tarpaulin cannot be lifted by mortal hand
What lies beneath placed by evil magic
Words must be found to break the spell
To find nothing but hot air
Escape by touch…
©anitadawes 2020
Turtle is ruthless in his fantasy
To be ruler of his little island
Justice is dead
Deny the democratic vote to all
Someone must be found
To trump this hypocrite
Put an end to this sad sycophant
It is with great sorrow
I say turtle must become soup
And so say all of us…
©anitadawes 2020
