Your Inner Eye… #Poetry

The image is from Sarolta Bán Photography.
Your Inner Eye


This forest of trees my son
Is a tribute to all the great artists
who walked the earth many years ago
There are those that paint 
The star filled skies
Jewels that dance above our head
Like Van Gogh's Starry Night
Monet painted the ground
Gardens to dream in
So many of us do not have the inner eye
To see the beauty
To have the desire to capture on canvas
Without the hands that held paintbrushes
The world would be a duller place
Not forgetting, the many that decorate 
The churches, cathedrals, places of worship
With a little added inspiration of coloured glass
If you can feel it in your heart
You might find your inner eye…

© Anita Dawes 2021

New Life… #Poetry

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay 

New Life


Slow running rivers through summer breeze
Winter leaves fallen, carrying new life
Eaten by time, flowing backwards
Every moment ticking into eternity
Time folding in on itself, taking back
Winter snow covering all the sharp edges
Arriving at your destination, time slows
Turning your feet to snow, your breath laboured
Every step turning your body in on itself
Reverse your steps, find that slow running river, step in…


©AnitaDawes2022

We love snow, but will we get any this year?

Happy Thanksgiving… #MLMM #Wordle 297 #Poetry

Image by Terri Cnudde from Pixabay 

Don’t do it, don’t count 
the droplets on your window
Wait for the family to arrive
They are an unexpected gift in life
A reason for thanksgiving, for celebration
I brush away the dark reality
where the black butterfly lives
In my head, tormenting my waking hours
Vigorous dusting of my thoughts
took longer than I expected
I decided to make the day memorable
Finally, I can predict a happy new year…


©AnitaDawes2022

The Lord of Light… #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 579 #Poetry

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

The Lord of light had me in a whirl
My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel
I am losing my grip on life
I see disaster loom large in the distance
Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light
In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball 
I wonder about my future, my body goes slack
As new thoughts crawl through the black space
My future is being written by a voice in my head
My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say…


©AnitaDawes2022

Macro Monday… and #Poetry

Image by Gaby from Pixabay 

A Butterfly Remembered

We fly, we dance, we live.
We are fleeting, our beauty remembered.
There is double power in reflection.
If you see us hovering over water
Make a wish, it will come true.
Foolish thought, you’re thinking.
How do you suppose I became this way?
My wish was to fly.
Here I am in blue splendour.
Before my time is up, I will wish again
To be as I was, with a life of a butterfly remembered…


©AnitaDawes2022

Lonely Hours… #Poetry

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay 




The cruel things we say and do
leave us with no return
adrift in a sea of humanity
How then, do we fill those lonely hours?
self is never enough
Despair grows like weeds
in an unkept garden
The chair you sit in,
sour comfort for companionship
How then do we step out
from under the dark cloud?

©AnitaDawes2022

#Throwback Thursday ~ God’s Fingers # Poetry

Image credit; James Wheeler @ Unsplash
This is not my usual walk 
through the woods with my daughter
Today I am alone, 
walking through God’s Fingers
A warm touch of heaven, I tell myself
My feet leave the ground
My body lifted to the top of the canopy
I hover there like some high wire act
From a forgotten circus
My heart in my mouth
The land lies before me
A giant monopoly board
With houses, hotels, 
a patchwork quilt of adventure
From here I cannot see people
I assume them to be Tom Thumb sized
While I am Gulliver, overlooking Lilliput
For a moment, 
my mind wonders how I will get down
Am I expected to climb?
A firm swift movement 
lowered my feet to the ground
I found my daughters hand in mine
It’s twelve o clock and all’s well…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Searching… part two The Sunday ~ Whirl #Wordle 578 #Poetry

Image from Pixabay.com

Continued from last week… Part One HERE


I wondered how I could be rid of her nagging
I exhale, pretend to listen
There was a change in the air
As though something had opened up
The break in the path we were walking looked dangerous
Somehow, she made it across
Had I missed my chance to nudge her over the edge?
No, I still needed her mind to find the legendary pot of gold
I shake myself, hoping to rid myself of the bad thoughts
I had no choice but follow her lead
Going home having failed, was not an option
Listening to her going over the clues
I remembered the walks we went on 
when we first met each other
She had great style in those days
I watch as she lights the fire for the night
Wondering if we were chasing rainbows
I fell asleep watching the old fort 
throw shadows across the land
Hoping the search for the end would come soon…


©AnitaDawes2022

The Search ~ Mindlovemisery Menagerie ~ Wordle #296

Continued from last week. HERE

The Search



Trying to remember what I knew about St Germaine
Like clockwork, my thoughts kicked in
He was a wealthy man, into the occult
Many thought of him as a second Jesus
I hoped to find the secret documents written by him, 
and the book I searched for
They say he is a man who knows everything, who never dies
But where are these documents now?
Turning back to the altar, I wondered who had placed the camellias
I had trampled on. Were they a clue to the keyhole I needed to find?
It felt like I held an ancient charm in my hand
Mice ran around my feet, mingling with the chaos of this place
I wondered where the strong smell of peppermint had come from
There stood a young lady in her twenties, slim, some would say fairylike
She spoke first, “I thought I was the only one who had dibs on this place,
are you looking for something?”
For a moment, wondering if she was real, I couldn’t speak
The key felt hot in my hand
I answered, “I was walking when I found this place.”
Having exhausted my search for the keyhole, I thought it lay elsewhere
I didn’t want to tell her why I was here
With the amount of rubble on the floor I should have heard her walk away
It seemed she had vanished, leaving me mulling over her last words
“You never know what you could find in a place like this.”
With no keyhole, my search goes on, wondering if she was real 
and what she might know about this place…


©AnitaDawes2022