The Blade… #Poetry #The Sunday Whirl #Wordle 588

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The Blade

I stand alone, waiting for the moment
When silence wraps itself around me
I am broken, thin as paper
I hear the blade slice through my mind
I shuffle along, my shoulder bumping each doorway I enter
I am nearly there, again I hear the blade, 
sharp edged, cutting away at my life
The inside of my mouth tastes powdery, like fine sand
Strange manifestations assail my eyes
Confusing day and night
Preventing my progress in reaching 
the last door that is marked home
I stagger towards it, like a blind man
When I feel the blade 
slice through for the last time…


©AnitaDawes2023

This one gave me goosebumps!

Rose Tinted Worlds… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle586

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Heaven and Hell… #Poetry ~ The Sunday Whirl Wordle 582

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Heaven and hell
Words we bandy about
Should they exist?
There is no urgency
to open either door
not yet
We have time to live
beneath the blue sky
To channel the flow within
Trying to love one another
A rule I set myself to follow
I should say
Sticking to it I did not find easy…


©AnitaDawes2022

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 580 ~ #Poetry

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The dead don’t talk, they don’t play games
They walk through doors
Somewhere a chain to bind them to time
Over time the stories have grown 
To keep the local boys from playing in the old mill House
Many have entered and never returned
The towns folk say it should be pulled down
The sea has tried to reclaim the old mill house
It stands perilously at the edge of the land
If you visit the grave of Tommy Wilson
You lose the power of free will
To plead with your mind would be useless
You enter the old mill house, never to be seen again…


©AnitaDawes2022


The Lord of Light… #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 579 #Poetry

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The Lord of light had me in a whirl
My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel
I am losing my grip on life
I see disaster loom large in the distance
Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light
In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball 
I wonder about my future, my body goes slack
As new thoughts crawl through the black space
My future is being written by a voice in my head
My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say…


©AnitaDawes2022

Searching… part two The Sunday ~ Whirl #Wordle 578 #Poetry

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Continued from last week… Part One HERE


I wondered how I could be rid of her nagging
I exhale, pretend to listen
There was a change in the air
As though something had opened up
The break in the path we were walking looked dangerous
Somehow, she made it across
Had I missed my chance to nudge her over the edge?
No, I still needed her mind to find the legendary pot of gold
I shake myself, hoping to rid myself of the bad thoughts
I had no choice but follow her lead
Going home having failed, was not an option
Listening to her going over the clues
I remembered the walks we went on 
when we first met each other
She had great style in those days
I watch as she lights the fire for the night
Wondering if we were chasing rainbows
I fell asleep watching the old fort 
throw shadows across the land
Hoping the search for the end would come soon…


©AnitaDawes2022

Searching… The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #577 ~ #Poetry

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Searching for the pot of gold
Said to buried near the old fort
beneath a willow tree
We had no idea where to start
My partner grumbling
I thought I heard her say under her breath
“If you want something done, do it yourself.”
Had I misplaced my trust in her?
My ego inflated, I could not forgive her
for killing the guard, I could have taken him
Maybe she knows me better than I know myself
In the end all I could do was follow her lead
Focus, be kind, let her lead us to the treasure
Deal with her later
My intention was to be the lone survivor of the search…


To be continued

©AnitaDawes2022

The Miracle… #Poetry #The SundayWhirl #Wordle573

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He stood on the bridge beside her
Holding her by the wrist
It was close to the break of day
With the wind howling, he could tell
Both their lives were at risk of falling
He thought she couldn’t be more than eighteen
He felt the miracle of holding her
Trying to stop her from ending her life
He spoke in a clear, soft voice
Feeling the thin thread of life
Pulling her toward the water below
Turning her tear-stained face towards his
She let him help her down from the bridge
Thanking him for her kindness
She began slowly walking away
He couldn’t let her go
What if she tried further along the bridge?
Catching up to her, 
he offered to take her for breakfast
This became the start of a beautiful relationship
Forty years later, the soul he saved 
was still smiling…

©AnitaDawes2022

The Rising Moon… #Poetry #Wordle 572 ~ TheSundayWhirl

©AnitaDawes2022

We made love under the shadow of the rising moon
The ghosts of our ancestors danced in celebration
Nothing between us but time and space
Angels watching in mute silence
There is no way to break the spell
To throw away our souls
No way to give words to the moment…

©AnitaDawes2022