I’m Thinking…

The words of Anita’s poem today, What Remained, have set me thinking.

Really thinking, something I don’t think I have been doing much of lately.

I have a really good built-in autopilot, so sometimes I don’t need to switch my brain on, and most of the time it works well, especially if I don’t feel well. (Like lately!)  Just don’t ask me what I have been doing all day, because I won’t be able to tell you!

I must be getting better, for I am definitely thinking.

Those words have me wondering what will come after I have gone. Have I created anything worth being remembered for?

I like to think I have done my best so far, even though the last two years have been a nightmare, coping with the pandemic, being a carer and everything else… but it doesn’t seem like the best to me, so I think that is what my brain is trying to tell me.

I know from past experience that it is possible to create anything with enough determination, even when it feels impossible.

However, it is never easy, and the only reason I mention it is that I remember how I felt afterwards. I think I need to feel that again, so planning a think up weekend to see what I can come up with…

I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend, with lots of good things and great thoughts!

Mindlovemisery’s Double Wordle #273 #Poetry

I have no sense of place
While I sit, I drench my mind with coffee
I am a man whose thoughts jump back in time
I crunch through snow
Fists clenched against the cold
Children’s mittens on a snowman
No smoke from the old pipe
Hanging from his mouth
Too dark coals for his eyes
I lift my head towards the sound a plane
I am older now, the past
Has tapped me on the shoulder
I need to hire a dream maker
Give me a quest to follow…

©AnitaDawes2022

MLMM ~ Wordle 270 ~ #Poetry

Do I steal extra days from others?
I let my thoughts fly, escape
With the lyrics of my favourite song
Waiting to crystalise in a new world
In the distance a fire pit glows
My thoughts thrash back and forward
Needing to land where Jasper stands
I feel my heart drip cold blood on the pole below
I am hostess of my own deception
Looking for an angel not nailed to the cross
Whose wings are not so white
A depiction of thoughts still to come…

© AnitaDawes2021

Waiting… #Poetry

Image by Richard Chapman from Pixabay

Waiting


My mind is a giant sea sponge
Waiting to be filled
I cannot reach beyond my grasp
It pushes, pokes, waking me at night
I see it in the darkness
Something grand, marvellous
Light comes too soon, sweeping it away
Yet the mind screams to be filled
More information is needed
How can I push through the invisible shield?
Find that place where answers grow
I read the books that tell me
There’s more power in mind than an atom bomb
That’s the problem.
We walk around with a quarter of a tank full
Never pushing the grey matter further, harder
Than we have been taught
I know more now than a year ago
Age creeps up behind, taking pieces I had stored
Telling myself I will do that tomorrow
By then, it is hidden in one of those tiny holes
It might as well be buried out at sea
I will never find it again
Like a sponge, the mind springs back
A new idea shines brighter, bigger
You run with it, hoping it will not fade 
Before you get it done
I have squeezed my mind every which way
Until it felt flat. This I find, doesn’t work
The mind pops back in strange ways
Fantastical thoughts run through like a raging sea
Each thought lodging in its own space
To be wondered at another day
How marvellous is that little grey matter…

© Anita Dawes2021

Random words… #Poetry

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Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Random words

I woke up this morning

With an Italian word stuck in my head

The word ‘Clemente’

Meaning merciful.

This happens too often

So I decided to write about it

To see if it would help

Often the words are very strange

So I asked Jaye to look them up

On the computer

There are many times

When the word returns

In some programme we are watching

I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me

Random words seem to pop into my head

Whenever they feel like it

With no rhyme or reason

That I can understand

If I were to write them down

String them all together

They wouldn’t make a decent sentence

There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it

Maybe I am just nuts

Alternatively, something is trying to fill

The Swiss cheese holes in my head

There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…

©anitadawes 2020