Silk Sheets… #Poetry

 

 

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My husband of many years

Suddenly announced that we need silk sheets

I managed to stop myself from laughing

And said, we will slip out of bed

His smile, that twinkle in his eyes

I had not seen for many a year

He said he had a different kind of slipping in mind

I thought no more of it until I found

Silk sheets on our bed

My husband has found a renewed sense of youth

The bonus in this, is I didn’t slip out of bed…

©anitadawes

From the Platform… #Poetry

 

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I stood on the platform thinking

about the film, ‘sliding doors’

Having missed my train

What else might I have missed?

A handsome stranger with green eyes

Smiling at me

Before the train reaches its destination

Had he asked for my number?

Not likely, I’d be squashed

between two sweaty oiks

Finally reaching work, late

I was expecting a black look from the boss

No black looks, my fantasy from the platform

Having stepped in for the day

Stood smiling at me

I hoped by the end of this day

he would ask for my number

I need those emerald eyes to do more

than just smile at me…

©anitadawes

Life… #Poetry

 

 

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Life

One by one my days grow old.

Their faded edges curl

Like an old discarded paperback.

Words fall like scrambled eggs

From the pages

Their meaning lost in dust

Would that I could rewrite one day

The first time you looked at me

When I knew love

to be more than a fairy tale

A lifetime cannot be called back

Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes

There is but one true love

I will be with you soon

To sing of us under new dancing stars…

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Time… #Poetry

 

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Time

I will meet you by the bridge

On the other side of time

The space between the stars

Holds the story of us

Our thoughts echo through the universe

Do we create new pathways?

Trying to catch the seven souls that belong to us

We need find only one

That creates new life

Finding the eight soul can take many lifetimes

As it was with Buddha, Krishna, Christ

It seems to me that the eight

must contain all seven souls

The body, the breath of life,

the astral body, plus so much more

The first three are said to be eternal

Therefore, they must contain

the essence of all souls

The memory, the shadow of our other lives

I believe this triple soul we carry

is the reason I know I will meet you

by the bridge of all knowledge of Divine Law

I will give up my eternal soul

To live one moment beside you

To feel your heartbeat one last time

I would spend eternity in hell

I pray it will not come to this

That we will find what we are looking for…

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You are mine… #Poetry

 

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You are mine

I lay hidden in the long grass, watching

Her dress slid from her shoulders

Her milk white skin drawing me in

Slowly, she walked into the cool water

Sun glistening diamonds played

around the water’s surface

Her long black hair floated free, like seaweed

As she disappeared beneath the surface

Venus, vanished for a second

I held my breath, waiting for her to rise

To bless my eyes with her beauty

My mind telling me I should leave

This was her private moment

I couldn’t move,

she had been under too long

I needed to rescue her

Diving in I found nothing

Sliding beneath the water once more

Seeing little,

I felt a hand pull me further under

The water growing darker

Yet I could see her clearly

Her voice inside my head

“I knew you would come

Your soul is mine, as it has been

Throughout time.

We cannot live apart

We will surface as one…”

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#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!

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First Love

I touched her hand for the first time today

my fourteen-year-old heart sank into my boots

as she flinched away

A look of pain on her face

as if I had burned her with a hot iron

The Valentine card left on her desk

I later noticed it in the class bin

torn in half

I wondered if she was the kind

that didn’t believe in love

Later that day, my heart was doubly wounded

when I watched her kissing a girl.

They thought they were hidden by the tall trees

my love for her would never be returned…

AAAAA