Today, I need to go for a walk, but a virtual one, down memory lane…
#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 289, 9/13/22 #SpecificForm: Shadorma
Queen Elizabeth II
Quick and light, she walked through our lives Under dark skies she became our beacon of hope Every ready to do what must be done Ever a smile, a word of wisdom when needed Never judging her subjects Elizabeth, our queen, ready to do her duty worldwide Little did she ask in return Inside each petalled flower, love smiles back Zephyr, a soft spirit wind that will blow through our memories forever After a while, we will greet our new king Best monarch for over seventy years Elizabeth, our queen has died, long live the King Together, with his mother's hand at his back, he will rule Holding all her values, all her thoughts in mind… ©AnitaDawes2022
Once in a Lifetime Can there ever be another you? Having searched the world over the answer is no Angels only fall to earth once in a lifetime Memories of sparkling blue eyes, rosebud lips Picture postcards, flashbacks soothe the dark night Inside my wallet I keep a white feather One day soon, I hope we will meet again Now I have to sleep, to dream, to keep your face ever young… ©AnitaDawes2022
“Huge oaks from little acorns grow…”
This phrase has been running around in my head for days, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with my present marketing endeavours for my latest story, Ghost of a Chance.
Marketing is not the easiest thing to do, at least with any degree of success, especially nowadays. Despite what else is going on, I am determined to stick with my plan.
Although I am presently running around like a headless chicken, preparing my latest work of art (I hope) for its release on 27th September, I have wanted to write a post on our other development.
Not an easy post to write, which is why I have been dragging my heels, but I need to write it to get it out of my head.
Since escaping from the hospital last week, I have been trying not to think about it. Especially what may or may not happen next.
Two years ago, when my sister had her massive heart attack, it was touch and go for weeks as they tried desperately to stabilize her. Once that was accomplished, they seemed to forget about her. Follow-up appointments fail to arrive, despite our doctor’s intervention. We do know what to do if the need arises, and they probably rely on that.
Fast forward to the present day and my own heart problems. After failing to unblock my artery, I was sent home with medication clearly designed to prevent any more blockages from developing. Supposedly, an appointment will follow at some point. Four to six weeks was mentioned for another procedure, but as the days pass, I have stopped waiting for the letter to arrive.
Maybe we are too old for them to worry about it anymore?
We have been made comfortable, and hopefully, we will stay that way.
And you know something, we are happy with that…
Sailing through the universe, searching for the stone of destiny Over dark tides, through the spiral arms of the Milky Way Pulsing gas giants blind you with colour, their majesty Home, left so far behind, a speck in my mind’s eye Illuminated by memory, the blue ball keeps spinning Stars fall, like giant rocks lit by a trail of fire Taking time to marvel at the hand of God inside my chest my heart swells with the beauty, ribbons of colour to turn the mind over, Collecting my breath with ever colour changing gas clouds Away beyond infinity all things merge, making new wonders Tying the universe together like one giant playground Ending my journey back home, where the stone lay beneath my feet Destiny came knocking at my own back door… ©AnitaDawes2022
This plant is called Honesty, one of my favourites…
It is Sunday.
Time to take a moment to catch my breath and my thoughts.
One of these should be easy, but not sure about the other.
To be honest, I don’t think that trying to catch my thoughts will be possible, as some of them have been safely packed away in a box, deliberately out of reach.
This is sometimes necessary to make it through the day without screaming.
I often wonder what other people do when that elephant takes up residence. I suspect, like me, they ignore it for a while, hoping it will wander off and find somewhere else to play.
Because I cannot do anything about this particular elephant, I must pretend he’s not here.
Just like I pretend there isn’t a blockage on one of my arteries…
Or a certain member of my family’s health seems to be slowly deteriorating…
Or that I haven’t a clue how we will manage if the bills get any bigger…
There… that’s all of it back in the box; now I can concentrate on all the good stuff.
Luckily, there is still a lot of it around if you know where to look…
Just when I thought it was safe to go back into the water, Microsoft Word has stopped working, and nothing I do has made it turn up. So, I have been forced to see if Google Docs is as good as they say… and I must admit, it’s not bad…
Colour of moonlight in her eyes, haunting secrets, half hidden Overshadowed by tears held back, she has my heart Nearer to death, she walks through fire The flames don’t touch her Quick as lightning, she runs ahead of dark storms Under moonlight, I watch her swim through the milky way Every beat of my heart, calls for her to stay Return home, the door is open, I wait Overnight, the many prayers I whisper swim towards her Rushing through my days, eager for evening Stars appear, I wait… ©AnitaDawes2022