The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 488 ~ #Poetry

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

© anita dawes 2020

Soft… #poetry

Soft

Do not speak, when words clash
They cause pain, disbelief, start wars
Like tiny arrows, they find a target
Causing wounds to fester
Flip the coin, gentle soft-spoken words
Can soothe, take down giants
Crying babies sleep to a few hushed words
Sung in tune to a lullaby
Which would you rather
put you to sleep?

© anita dawes 2020

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#Twenty Four ~ #FiftyWordThurs ~#Poetry

Twenty Four

Words and Images of Imagination

50 Word Thursday #96

96

And the words:

“She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.” – Midnight Pleasures With A Scoundrel – Lorraine Heath

© Deb Whittam 2020

The dark, navy strip of water may look calm
No one thinks to tell you, to warn you
Of Elizabeth, the unknown woman who sails the waters
Taking life as she sees fit
It’s company she seeks
It’s lonely when no one can see you
Until you become as she is, dead.
Hayley took her new boat to the water for the first time
No stranger to the strip of dark water
There are many tales, stories
None strike her as more than urban legends
Today, the river felt darker, different, foreboding
The current stronger than she remembered
Her boat engine cut out and she drifted to the spot
Where the stories began
Cold crept up from her feet, she had little doubt
that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth

Her boat seemed to take on a life of its own
Ben, fishing on the bank, noticed
The strange way the boat rode the water
Securing his rod, he ran alongside, shouting for the captain
Seeing her on the far side the moment she fell in
Her life jacket failed to inflate
He took a running dive, saving her from the fate
the blue lady had in mind for her
The boat secured; all was well that day
Like the number nine bus, there would be another boat along soon
The lady would not have to wait long for her new companion…

© anita dawes 2020

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 465

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…

©anitadawes 2020