The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle ~ #Poetry

Wordle 477 by bwarren

I watch from a distance
As his beautiful hands spread gel through his hair
I know he is careful, he won’t spill a drop
His skin flawless, glows, but for one small
crescent shaped scar on his right shoulder.
I left my number, hoping he would call
My name on a list of many might mean nothing to him
I hoped my manuscript would sting his conscience
that he would bend to the will of my words
Remember that one night
When I left my mark on his skin.
This manuscript is no frilly romance
More vengeance for having been kicked to the kerb
Would he dare to publish my words?

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 477 ~ #Poetry

Everyone agreed it was a pity
The loss of a brilliant mind
Most turned away in disgust
At the way, the dribble dried on his chin
He would groan, shrug, and dribble some more.
There’s no way to truly lament
The loss of anything
Much is hidden from us
That others do not wish us to see
Life itself is a raffle
Inevitably, you receive your number
Until you inhale your last
That’s not to say life is grim
There are brilliant flashes of light
Rainbow moments to remember…

©anitadawes 2020

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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 476 ~ #Poetry

You can sign no contract
When pleading with the universe
You strip all preconceived doubt
From your mind
As you watch your body in flight
You hold on to one truth
You did not die
You were cast upon the wind
By an unknown force
A risk to mind and body
An assault to your very being
Your soul now in crisis
You must find the power
To hold on to some small part of self
Find a way to make your mistake right
Come back to your sleeping body…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 475 ~ #Poetry

Whilst having lunch with Miss Fox
I noticed a sad look in her eyes
I didn’t ask her about it
I have been told she comes
From a family of liars
I wish I had known
Before I bought the cottage from her
Trust wasn’t an issue then
When my cat sat on her lap
I signed on the dotted line
I don’t know why
I didn’t check the small print
The stable door…
I was too late
The man slipped
the condemned notice in my hand
My beautiful cottage cannot be saved
Miss Fox had gone to ground…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 473 ~ #Poetry

I was watching
The face of the moon
Watching me
When the moon winked at me
I thought, you loon
The moon can’t wink at you
I could see the eye wrinkle
At the time I was overcome
I considered it an unusual present
A wrinkle in time
I felt my heart bloom with joy
I continued watching wanting more
Blow me a kiss
Pucker those dark grey lips
Speak to me
Give me more to reflect on…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 470 ~ #Poetry

You can feed a family of six
On mash, fish fingers and peas
Not a great dish to flirt over
Somehow my young daughter managed to.
Our new neighbours 14-year-old son
Sitting across our table,
Mostly hidden by his unruly fringe
I wondered what she could see that I couldn’t
I followed the conversation flow between them
As if they had known each other for years
I felt my insides freeze
When my husband told me he had invited them
I met George at the pub, he said
They seemed like our kind of people
I’m sure they won’t mind what you put in front of them.
I need not have worried, the early tea went well
Somehow over a simple plate of food
We managed to forge new friendships…

© anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 469 ~ #Poetry

Waking to the glass forest
Charming as it may be
With the wind running through its leaves
Like the sound of windchimes on my porch
This cannot be, send for the master druid
We need bird song, squirrels, well water
we need bark, deep green leaves
Go boy, don’t think
The spell, the chain must be broken
Before the rain can send the old seeds away…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 468 ~ Poetry

No time for dancing, Wednesday vanished in a flash
I had two books left to review,
I would have to turn up the gas
If I wanted to get the weekend to myself.
The end was in sight
having decided I would write my own books.
Maybe someone would review my words?
Strange to meet yourself in a daydream
If pigs could fly, the book would be written by now.
Lying on the grass all afternoon,
hardly any wonder my mind gets bent out of shape.
I felt a sudden shift
as if the earth had decided to take off.
Surprise, I had fallen asleep
The sudden shift was finding myself
walking through the pages of my own fantasy
First published in 1966…

©anitadawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 463 ~ #Poetry

Dark clouds cross my horizon
Screaming with want
I dread the crash at their journeys end
I inhale, hold my breath
No air in my lungs to shout, to scream
As the room fades around me
I feel no panic
as giant dust clouds creep towards me
 A strange billowing entity
Now I feel it, the silence inside my soul…

©anitadawes 2020