Playing ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 570 ~ #Poetry
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 569 ~ #No Regrets ~ #Poetry
There can be no regret With a life rocking back and forth No longer agile, no teeth My face a road map of all my yesterdays I hope I have never wasted my time here At present, my great journey Is to climb the stairs to my bed Hoping to wake one more time To see the bees busy in my roses… ©AnitaDawes2022
The Sunday Whirl~ Wordle 568 ~#Poetry ~ Her Face…
The map of her face Is something I carry in my mind The softness of her cheek The kiss that leaves me breathless The lack of stillness when she is near The vast silence when she has gone Leaving hope like a flag, waiting for her return Sparrows whispering in the hedgerows Waiting, wondering when the music will begin again… ©AnitaDawes2022
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 565 ~ #Poetry ~ #ASharpSword
No filters from the mind of a child Truth can stab like a sharp sword The ground can be swept from beneath your feet Leaving a puzzle for you to think on The film you watch, all too familiar The artwork on your wall, stolen Breeze from the open window standing the hair on the back of your neck Judging your own misdemeanours Mindful now, as if your life feels as if you walk on a thin wire Still, you tell yourself, one last job couldn’t hurt… ©AnitaDawes2022
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 365 ~ #Poetry
The power shot past me The sacred moment lost I lie under the covers A heavy ache held my heart I hear the owl in the woods The hollow crack of spirit The candle lit, the feast ready The sideways glance, the door opens Yesterday’s spirits rush in… ©AnitaDawes2022
Lost in Time ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 561 ~ #Poetry
Lost in time The bones of our ancestors Covered in myths That run on willowy legs Old spirits growl, I hear them not I hear birds singing, the hum of summer Empty footsteps tracking my progress I pray they never catch up to me I say the prayer three times The third is the charm To keep away the blood, trickling down the walls The glum faces of my neighbours that haunt my dreams I run after the old, the magic of myth The stories that keep my blood pumping… ©AnitaDawes2022
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 560 ~ #Poetry
I heard the sound of magic on a sigh The library lights began flickering I could see him stalk the shadows His disguise flimsy Impulse told me to run from the cruel crackle That came from his movements With every thud of his footsteps I could hear the years drag behind him My hunch, he was looking for a place to hide To unload a monsoon of lifetimes Each book he passed Would contain new lines When put together would make The power too hot to handle The truth would be trying to remembering each book he touched Then figuring out which would be a new line It would take a lifetime I knew I would have to try… ©AnitaDawes2020
Anita blew me away with this poem… I think it’s the beginning of what could be a fantastic book!
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 558 ~ #Poetry
Blackbird ~ Wordle 557 ~ #Poetry
Blackbird, take me with you High above the earth Where I can search for a woman Out of time, her ashes, windblown across the ocean She has taken my heart I need it back I have one creed to live by That love survives In a world where the meek tremble It seems to me Life with a broken heart is hard I will find her in another’s eyes She will live again Love will mend a broken heart… ©AnitaDawes2022
The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 555 ~ #Poetry
I had been feeling distraught all morning When I noticed a pin prick of light Coming through the closed blind It made me feel better to think a tiny hole Couldn’t keep the sun out Ms Penny taught us about light How slivery, how bendy it can be Creeping into the smallest space Like bad thoughts chewing the mind The ones you cannot banish With brown paper and string I tied the parcel with a bow We had yet to take the trip back home To return an unwanted gift To an unwanted part of my life Nothing can make up for the scars on my back… ©AnitaDawes2022
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 