Do you remember, we do it again…? #Poetry

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Do you remember, we do it again…?

Evening murmurs breaking the silence
Do you remember the shape of my body?
The sound of my voice
Does your mind hurt
Thinking back to the first time
The kiss that stole our breath
How did we end up tip toeing over stars?
Looking down at age that passed
Leaving us grey haired
Holding hands walking through the light
Greeted by long forgotten faces
With star light in their hair
Looking back at a life
We would live again…


Good morning Peeps… Jaye here!

I was really pleased with the amount of work/reading I did over the weekend, patting myself on the back and everything!

In the cold light of day, (and it was chilly this morning) I realised I had not written a post for today…

Luckily, Anita had… (and this one made me cry…)


MLMM Wordle #259 ~ Remember My Name ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Remember My Name

Muliebrity fled my nature long ago
When I became a mother
I no longer heard my name spoken
I became mum, or darling from my husband
I became a new entity
But some would say motherhood
Is a part of it
I didn’t take to feeling different
I pushed myself to the commitment
I made by getting married
Everybody tells me I will get used
To being split in two
It is too big a change in my life
A good friend, a mentor, told me
To focus on one part of the day
Go from there, above all, stay calm
Don’t let your mind dazzle 
by the many thoughts
that come all at once
focus on the road ahead, the corner
never knowing what lies beyond
I take all their ideas on board
Wait for them to filter through
Most of all, I look forward
To the evening when I can
Have a few moments to myself
The one who had a name…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Stop Press… #Poetry

I never thought these words
would drop onto my keyboard.
I am convinced I have killed someone.
I don’t remember why, or who he was.
My memory, half hidden in a fog,
We both held the knife.
I remember he was left-handed.
He lunged first, twisting away.
I received a deep stab to my left thigh.
He fell past me, I spun around,
my knife lodged in his back.
He fell on my kitchen floor.
Trouble is, there has never been
a dead body on my floor.
The two-inch scar on my thigh
tells me there should be.
I have no explanation for the mark he left.
A childhood accident has been suggested.
Others say it could be an old memory
From a past life we carry forward
Once in a while, the scar itches
Reminding me of something
I cannot fully remember…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Somewhere… #Poetry

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I need to get back there,
I have forgotten where.
Yet I remember it.
The feelings, the sounds
The way the air felt.
Different from here
A cool edge with a warm centre
The smiles on people’s faces
Here, I cannot see them.
They vanish, like the body
Of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland
Is that what I am looking for, wonderland?
I think not.
Where smiles hang loose in the air
Like leaves fallen from a tree
Here, there are no smiles.
I must find them.
I must find somewhere,
A place I remember.
I need to get back there…

© Anita Dawes 2021