Mindlovesmisery’s Wordle #260 #poetry

October 7, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 2 Comments

Yesterday you could have called me adroit
Today I am more vestige
Someone has taken a large eraser
Now a part of my mind no longer exists
I walk the streets; 
tug my hat tighter on my head
If my nose runs now, 
I swear it would freeze
My hands cupped to keep warm
A few yards down the street
I step into the gallery, art on canvas
I feel my gruff exterior slipping away
I realised the desire to paint
Hasn’t vanished completely
A small piece whispers in the hollow space
Where old skill lived
I thank the universe for cold weather
I might never have stepped inside
Suddenly my fingers itch 
for the feel of a paintbrush…

Forgiven…

April 24, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 3 Comments

Just Words… #Poetry

March 16, 2021 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 4 Comments

I flick through the pages of my mind
The words strange,
as if from another in a parallel universe
A gift from one mind to another
With no way of giving thanks
I am grateful for the shared wisdom
And dutifully write each word as given
I know there to be more than one sender
Some better than others
I cannot afford to ignore
even the smallest word sent
For fear of offending
I have no wish for this magic exchange to stop
Here are today’s words…

Words… #Poetry

December 31, 2020 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 2 Comments

Image by Oberholster Venita from Pixabay

Words, small treasures
I have many favourites
Love, kiss, cuddle, friends
Picnics, Christmas, birthdays
I write them on a card
Keeping each one safe
In my bedroom chest
At the bottom of my bed
You see, like pick and mix
When I dip in and pull one out
The word there, a sweet memory…

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 488 ~ #Poetry

December 29, 2020 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 3 Comments

Words fly
Shot from a crossbow, they reach far and wide
They create and destroy, wound, and give pleasure
Making you smile, making you cry
They have no sell by date
Some may lift you up, carry you through a cold day
They have also been known to change someone’s life
for the better, unlike the trial of Sunday school sermons.
Over the years, they have taught me not to be afraid
The cruel barbed words of school years long behind me
Still I find, it is best to say a kindness
Before it is too late…

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 465

July 20, 2020 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes / 3 Comments

Was that a signal from the universe?
Voices telling me not to go through the tunnel.
I felt the soft breath, a sigh
against my cheek
Are the dead teasing me?
Still calling me on?
Did I throw all my good senses
to the four winds
When walking out last night
Does the world wail for me?
I think not
As I float down river, out to sea…