#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 210 #SYNONYMSONLY

This week, the words for the synonyms only challenge are

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

Image by Sandra_M_H from Pixabay

Throwback Thursday #Writephoto ~ Wistful #Poetry

Some of us are reposting previous #Writephoto posts to show our support for Sue Vincent, who is not well enough to continue…

Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

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Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.

  

Soft Morning Mist

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

The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 490 #Poetry

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

#WritephotoTribute ~ Murmur #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Murmur #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows dark clouds and bare trees against a fiery sunset, with a murmration of starlings creating a cloud of their own.

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…

©Anita Dawes

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…

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Photo Challenge #345

– Shutterstock

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

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 206 #SynonymsOnly

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WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kerfe Roig selected the words:

mingle and drift

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting blogs and leaving comments. Peer reviews help poets perfect their writing craft. Remember… sharing is caring.

Image by kinkate from Pixabay

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

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 205, #POET’SCHOICE

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As we enter December… let us give thanks for everything we’re received this year.

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

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 203 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an 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

#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

#TANKATUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 202, #SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:

Imagine & Gratitude

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