#TANKA TUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 214, #THEMEPROMPT
This month’s theme is:
Does
Dreaming
come from a
different bed
Do we dream their dreams?
Is it sad and lonely?
Do we enter the unknown
A universe of do it twice
Where any old dream they think will do
for a night spent in someone else’s bed…
© Anita Dawes 2021
PAST & PRESENT
Slow
Summer
Days are gone.
Now we have snow.
Hungry birds to feed.
small footprints left behind.
Visiting cats passing through
I have turned into Sherlock Holmes
Leaving my prints behind as I go
As I search for the abominable snowman…
© Anita Dawes 2021
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.
Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise
Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels
Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?
When you lived in my house…
©anitadawes 2020
I try to run right through the storm
To hide. I am a failure, a fraud
I have been too proud
Thinking myself smarter than the rest
I am brought low by the company I keep
I do not speak up, to say how I feel
I am craven, a coward in disguise
I have not joined in the treason they speak of
Yet I am complicit as I sit and listen to their plans
In the end, their words of sedition do not excite me
I do not have the energy for rebellion
There is no branch for me to hang my hat on…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Red sky, flames from a hidden fire
Illuminates the dark barren land
Black clouds tendrils reaching
Searching the darkness for something lost
The sheer weight of it pushing me down
Slowing my footsteps
I longed for the murmur of waves along the shore
Where I paddled as a child
Somehow, I have been dropped into this wasteland
An unwanted morsel of humanity
No sign of life save for the starlings
Swaying, painting their patterns across the dark grey
Their sky murmur, a last dance before sleep
Reminding me of many a last dance
Played out over time
Do those lost lovers touch in sweet refrain?
Does our world echo a continuous murmur of love?
Do we feed from this almost silent murmur?
Like hungry children
I think it must be so, for we are still here
Swaying, dancing our own murmur in silence…
This post is our tribute to Sue Vincent, for all the lovely prompts she has given us with #Writephoto over the years. To cheer her up on these dark days… GET WELL SOON, Sue…
Driving home under purple skies
Magic enough you’d think
Until I look at my side mirror
The moons reflection didn’t match
The black reversed moon worried me
Is it a sign of things to come?
Does it whisper of strange days ahead?
Could it be dark fortune
Waiting to gather its own?
I wondered how this portent would affect me…
© anita dawes 2020
#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 206 #SynonymsOnly
This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words:
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I
Slide
Slip away
On virgin snow
Floating in the air
United with childhood
Free to remember days gone
I am in an old-time free fall
Time returning long lost memories
All given while I blend with virgin snow…
© anita dawes 2020
#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 205, #POET’SCHOICE
One
Timeless
Gold moment
Passing from view
Held in memory
My framed picture of you
Lost by my own careless hands
I search the house, I cannot see
Your place in my life, now hollow time
No framed window in mind for me to see…
© anita dawes
WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
What
happens
When a ghost’s
pale white image
she sees reflected
With the tears she lets go
Does her wish stir the waters?
Dark hides tiny creatures whisper
When given a heart, let her be loved
Will the magic of the woods give her life?
© anita dawes 2020
#TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 202, #SYNONYMSONLY
This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
All
good things
They can wait
Tomorrows thanks
when spoken early
Carry big surprises
Respond with grace and honour
Your acknowledgment is received
Doors to the Universe are open
Let all the good things fall into your lap…
©anitadawes 2020
