I Remember… #Poetry
#Remember
Before I Fade… #Poetry
Do you remember, we do it again…? #Poetry
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… ©AnitaDawes2022
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…)
Call Me… reversed poem
MLMM Wordle #259 ~ Remember My Name ~ #Poetry
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
Somewhere
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
#Silent Sunday…
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 