Four Seasons… #Poetry

 

Four Seasons

The mournful sound of Summer dying

Bare trees, one green leaf clinging

With the last of Summers sigh

Autumn slips past too fast

To the cold grip of Winter

Hard ground beneath your feet

Creatures sleeping, waiting

Cupboards fully stocked for snowfall

Bright buttoned snowmen built

Wooden sleighs sliding

Children laughing

Let me turn the clock forward

Bring on the Spring rains

The smile of daffodils

Let the sun shine

so I can feel warm again…

©anitadawes

Ready-made… #Poetry

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Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

 

Ready-made

I have seen the devil playing with angels

Until a new soul is born

They split as fast as lightning

Rushing through the universe

To stake their claim

To control the life yet to begin

Who can offer greater temptation?

Whose whispered words can be heard

By this growing soul

Don’t they know we are all born to be angels

and demons in one soul?

©anitadawes

#Writephoto ~ Shimmer #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Shimmer #writephoto

 

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour.

 

Fireflies shimmer

Dancing on the edge of my tongue

Late-night sun, painting dark shadows

lacing white clouds in a world that is not mine

The moon hides her face, is she in mourning?

She holds the answer beneath the pale

incandescent carpet of liquid light

dividing the dark sacred land

Time echoes stories, legends of dragon’s lair

Treasures to be found, the brightest jewel

The best of these is the image you see

In the gold-laced mirror

Don’t hide your light

where sun and moon cannot shine

Let your feet dance

on shining lakes of liquid time…

©anitadawes

The Long Walk… #Poetry

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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

 

The Long Walk

I want to dance

To swim the warm waters

Run barefoot through fields of yesterday

When you were there

I have lost more than my soul mate

There are no sunsets, no moon rise

The breeze no longer moves through the trees

The leaves are still

You have taken the air from this world

I can no longer breathe without you here

I wait, drifting like a slow-moving river

Until I can walk the path you have taken…

©anitadawes

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice

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Will

You stay

One more day

Turn on the lights

Vanish the darkness

Don’t take Christmas with you

Words were spoken, yet we mend

Don’t wrap my tears beneath the tree

If you must go, leave the dog, she’s mine

Don’t close the door one last time, stay with me…

©anitadawes

Wrong Turn… #Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee

What do you see # 6

Dear friends, in the memory of our dear Hélène from Willow Poetry, Sadje has decided to continue this challenge, and we are delighted to take part…

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Thanks to JOHN TOWNER for making this photo available freely on @unsplash 🎁

Wrong turn

I have taken the wrong road

The curve ahead looks never ending

The shaft of light through cruel dark leaves

Claws waiting to drag me from my world

The play of light on tarmac, inviting

A voice from the shadows whispering

Turn back, yet my car will not reverse.

I am pulled forward past the light into liquid darkness

A black shroud waving through my headlights

A feeling of having been swallowed.

I wait to hear teeth snap

I close my eyes, no more than a blink

I am back where I started,

the light unchanged, the curve ahead inviting…

©anitadawes

#Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 49

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This week I have set myself the task of re-editing an old manuscript, one with the old-fashioned straight speech marks. I did try to find a way to remove/replace them with curly ones, with no luck. At least, not on the version of Word I am using.

There must be a way to do this, but the advice I get from googling the problem seems impossible to implement. So, unless someone knows an easy way to do this, I am destined to be doing it by hand for the next six months!

Changing the subject to something a little closer to my heart, I have to report that Autumn is happening rather slowly outside my back door where most of my bonsai trees are taking their sweet time to drop their leaves.

Which turned out for the better really, for me that is, as it gives me more time to clear up after the ones that have obliged. Because it has become so cold out there, I am having to cut my trips outside short as my hands get so painful even with gloves on, which means I am having trouble keeping up with everything.

Normally, my trees drop their leaves quite quickly and I can get them all tidied up and bedded down in one afternoon. But this extremely cold weather is playing havoc with all things garden related.

The grass is getting longer by the minute but cannot be cut as it’s much too wet. There is going to be such a backlog to catch up on come Spring as most of my trees will need repotting by then too.

On one of my lightning trips outside, I happened to notice the state of some of the bonsai shelving. The wood is rotting, the brackets are rusting and the wall these shelves live on desperately needs a coat of paint too, so the list of outstanding jobs is getting longer.

This year, through no fault of my own, I have not been a very good gardener, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it, so next year I have a lot of work to do once the good weather returns…

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Fool’s Gold… #Poetry

 

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Image by Jaye Marie

 

While hitch hiking in the New Forest I took a wrong turn

The trees stood closer together, darker, menacing

My heart pounding as the light changed

I could see a small clearing

There stood a glass temple built in the fashion

of a step pyramid about four feet high

On the lower step sat a very small monk

His head in his hands, I could hear him sobbing

Stepping closer to sit beside him I asked after his sadness

Turning to me with the most beautiful face

Small, round bright blue eyes with bow shaped lips

The kind I knew to be soft to the touch

His voice, a rustle of leaves, full of mystery

Someone has stolen the gold stone

Without it the forest will soon die.

Before finding myself in this strange place

I had bought a few trinkets to take home

I offered the monk my palm sized piece of pyrite

Asking if it would do, in place of the lost stone

He took it in his small hands, saying

It’s a good replacement given with kindness

The forest spirits will be very grateful

He placed it on top, bowed his head

I heard whispered words that meant nothing to me

Thinking he was deep in prayer, I made my way out

of the forest with no wrong turns

Not realising the scene behind me was slowly fading

Disappearing into a realm that had sent it in the first place.

Stopping for a coffee before returning to my car

I asked about the glass temple.

No one knew what I was talking about

On my way out, the elderly man who sat behind me

Stopped to say I had been blessed by the sands of time

That from now on, my life would take the right turns

I watched him walk away, wondering how he knew

About my wrong turn. He made no mention of the glass temple

The words whispered by the monk stayed in my mind

I would try to look them up later…

©anitadawes