Once Written… #Poetry #Music

I have always been a fan of Anita’s writing, her wonderful books, and her incredible poetry, so this is what I am posting today.

This week has left me drained, I have been so busy, what with catching up on all the chores that didn’t get done thanks to me being on retreat, locked in my office. And I have managed to get a lot more writing done too, as the muse decided to hang around and nag me. Not complaining, mind you, but couldn’t think of a better way to end the week.


Once Written

As long as I can hold a pen
I will write the stories I am sent
They are children running free
In fields inside my head.
Easy you say. Pin one down
Write what's said
They do not come fully formed my friend
They need a few words from me
to help them run
A violent ending or happy
Is theirs to tell
I wait impatiently for every word
Surprised at times at what is said
They were no more than bones
Inside my head
Now flesh has formed
If they could walk from the pages
They would fit in our world
As easily as you or me
Those some I say, should not
Share the air we breathe…
©anitadawes 2020

Have a brilliant weekend everyone!

Silent Bells… #Poetry #Wordle 548

Image by zanna-76 from Pixabay
The silver hours of our lives
Chime like bells that become silent
The light dims on plans we made
A match made in heaven they said
Minutes catch each breath
I drove through life without a care
Fate was on my side
The letter I wrote declaring my love
Never sent, you belong to another
What chance did I have
To break what is heaven made?


We do love a wordle!

Taste the Rainbow ~ #TankaTuesdayWeeklyPoetry…

Image by JaymzArt from Pixabay
Taste the Rainbow

here in
my glass globe
shake the changes
rainbow lights flashing
we dance under moonlight
taste the color of magic
we will stay in here hand in hand
safe inside, old age will pass us by
as we slide around the circle of light


#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 268: 4/5/22 #Tastetherainbow-Color Poetry

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…


Are you ready for a #TankaTuesday theme prompt? Ken Gierke (Rivrvlogr) from last month’s challenge picked the theme:


a drab
rainy day
paint a rainbow
in all that you do
see the smiles in their eyes
hear the leaves whisper thank you
as you pass by each mighty tree
see the fairies wave as you pass them there…


Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge


ghosts recall
their names written
on sheets of paper
in the grim reapers book
he sits, checks over each name
the old grey walls longing for help
there was a time when they called them home
there’s one last name before the walls crumble

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge X 2

A Rainbow Sky

Step into the future
People wait to greet you
Under a rainbow sky
New life begins…

Image by MasterTux from Pixabay

the game
lose your life
spin, try to win
shadows watch your time
old souls play beside you
the game is rigged, know the trick
right hand shake the dice, left hand throw
trick the Gods of what they think they know
the left-hand throw is meant to be slower
the Gods know the left throw to be loaded
they would have to bring out the big guns
to stop what fate has already won
cheers grow loud on every throw
two more throws win the pot
your hand is shaking
the Gods, they smile
to see you
win the

© Anita Dawes 2021

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge…


It’s the second week of the month! Are you ready to choose some syllables to use in your poetry? Colleen selected your two words:

Sanctuary & Follow


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White Ghosts… #Poetry

 Image by tatlin from Pixabay


Grey clouds on white candy
Black clouds carrying heavy rain
Lovers kiss beneath outstretched umbrellas
Rain splashed pavements wait for blue skies
White prisms of light shine on polished leaves
Trees sway, shedding their last teardrops
The earth greedy with thirst
Eagerly swallows each tear
White ghosts painted on blue skies
Light souls shining through
Touching those below, covering
The earth with memory
Waiting to be remembered
Grey clouds dropping rain
Showering the earth with secrets
Children splash in puddles
As other feet did years ago
Lift your face to the clouds
Taste the rain upon your lips
Do you remember?
Does the taste of something lost, come to mind?
Clouds will bring the rain again
Teasing you, daring you to remember
Secrets of the past hidden in each drop
Clouds pass, unseen by many below
Tilt your head, see the magic they make
The shapes and wonder of sky art…
White bleached clouds sail across blue skies
The day is washed clean as if by magic
Pink clouds hiding behind pillars of white
The day sails through to the purple hue of evening
All is well with my world…

© Anita Dawes 2021



#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge


This challenge is a true poet’s choice! Use any syllabic poetry form that you’d like. As long as there are syllables to count, you’re good to go! Be creative. If your form is something new, teach us how to write it. Have fun!

when snow fell
angels whispered
my impending birth
the new dark pretender
to make Merlin seem saintlike.
trouble aplenty lie in wait
darker evil, right through the cold core.
at night, the townsfolk tremble in their sleep
my birth had been planned before time, and thought
I guess the universe has a plan
the new spell has now been woven
time cannot recall it back
nor damp the troubled wave
people’s minds are weak
skyhooks are clear
they dig deep
time held

© Anita Dawes 2021

MLMM ~ Photo Challenge #371

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

George Natsioulis

She is the perfect shadow
In her Sunday best,
standing on Waterloo station
She has until sunset to find her match
To join the living the rushing crowd,
few notice the still shadow
Fewer still would give a toss
about the disembodied shadow
Who has time to wonder
Not even a shadow can breathe easy
Sunset is moments away…

© Anita Dawes 2021