The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 529 ~ #Poetry

Time is a slow thief of life
I no longer strive to keep up
The old engine clogged
I stare into the abyss
That velvet touch of darkness envelopes me
Why do I struggle when there is no truth?
I hear midnight strike above my head
The air split with the beat of wings
I witness a strange pulsating shiny light
Is this a new kind of morning
Will the papers tell me a catastrophe has taken place?
Or am I free of life’s struggle
Have I paid the ultimate price?
Do I now walk in the new light of morning?
Will my legs slide over the side of my bed?
Will my feet touch the familiar slippers waiting?
How will I know I am not split?
Living in two worlds, side by side
As I walk with a strange shadow
Time will tell…

© AnitaDawes 2021

Eugi’s Causerie ~ Challenge ~ Shadows ~#Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Shadows – Nov. 18, 2021

Morning shadows dance across the fields
Like children playing
Evening shadows lengthen
Giants disturbing time
Trying to make space to linger
Some, wishing they were nothing
Not dust to blow away with the wind
No light can cast them out
They search for a place to rest, to be unseen
Sounds of the river call for drowning
Washing away of sad thoughts
Shadows pass over shadows
Entanglement ensues
Shadows continue to move
Within the many shades of darkness…

© AnitaDawes2021




I love the way Anita has woven the shadows throughout this poem…

#MLMM Wordle #266 #Poetry

When I am laid to dust
When your body no longer 
knows how to love me
Take the jewel from your eye
Lay it aside, listen to your heart
Hear the extra beat, I am there
The noiseless one shines bright
In his unnatural pose
A fugitive from society
Impartial to the glitter
That scatters the Universe
There are eminent clues along the way
Take heed, before all is laid to dust…

© AnitaDawes2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 527 #Poetry

Twelve stones did an altar make
The divine number, enchanted by legend
A scented feather to light the way
Through ice cold tunnels
Breath, spread, sparks, words glue against the ice walls
Few make it this far, searching for the ancient brew
That comes from the majestic twelve
Those that hold the secrets of the universe
Of everlasting life
Would you drink from the sacrificial elixir?

© AnitaDawes 2021

#Throwback Thursday ~ The Beast Within by Jacquie Biggar ~ Mended Souls – Book 2 # Women’s Adventure Fiction @JacquieBiggar

Book Description


When Julie Crenshaw is offered a news reporter’s job on beautiful Vancouver Island she didn’t expect to land in the crosshairs of a serial killer.
Connor O’Rourke has seen his share of human depravities during his fourteen years as a homicide detective, but is still sickened by the murderer terrorizing his island shores.
And threatening his key witness.
As the stakes rise, can two people get a second chance at love?
Or will a killer become the winner?

From USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar, Can two displaced angels save a woman from the clutches of a vicious psychopath?

The twists and turns in this story are amazing. Just when you think you know where the adventure is going, it switches to the unexpected. Definitely kept me entertained and on my toes!
Jacqui Nelson





Our Review

I found the opening paragraph of The Beast Within painful to read, but it did set the tone for the rest of the book very well.

I love a good mystery thriller, and the premise for this book promised to tick all of my boxes. It has a strong emotional  and romantic element, warring guardian angels and an evil serial killer, all combining into one of the best suspense novels I have read in a while.

Add to all of that, an unrelenting pace, beautifully descriptive writing and multiple storylines, in short, a book that will not allow you to stop reading.

The Beast Within is the first of Jacquie Biggar’s books I have read, and it didn’t take me long to realise I would have benefitted from reading the first book in the Mended Souls trilogy. The story itself stands alone, I just felt the need to know the characters a little better.

I will be reading the first book in this trilogy while I await the conclusion to this amazing series…

Excerpt from The Beast Within

Mike sank into the chair his wife had recently vacated in the conference room at the police station. He stared at the door and pictured the cop holding Jules pressed up against its smooth surface while he locked lips with her like she was in need of CPR.

And she’d let him.

His head fell back, and he closed his eyes, desperately trying to erase the preceding minutes from existence. Moisture leaked down his cheeks and into his ears. The heart that he’d thought was frozen in time, cracked. Great fissures of agony and sorrow spilled into his chest, filling his soul with darkness and rage. Why was this happening to him? Why was he being tortured this way? Wasn’t it enough that he’d lost his family and then was given the task of teaching his enemy repentance? How was he supposed to stand by and watch the love of his life move on with another man? Maybe even raise his children?

No.

Mike erupted from his seat, and the chair flew against the wall before bouncing to the floor. He strode for the door, determined to bust the cop’s face and then grab his wife, throw her over his shoulder, and head for home where she belonged. Then the memory of what he was drew him up short. A freaking angel. It didn’t matter how much he ached to stake his claim, it wouldn’t do any good, would it? Unless they were going to re-enact that sappy chick flick Jules used to pick every other month for their date night, it wasn’t going to work. He was a ghost—and she wasn’t.

His stomach sank. That meant he was going to have to learn to accept other men entering her life, and maybe even staying.

She deserved happiness.

About the Author

JACQUIE BIGGAR is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls. She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters. Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂

Love Remembered… #Poetry

Image by Jacques GAIMARD from Pixabay
Love remembered

Something familiar disturbs my sleep, my thoughts
Knowing is not enough to reveal all
It feels old, far away out of reach
Yet demanding, needing to be found
Understood, remembered
Music I don’t recognise steals part of my day
Strange scent assails the air, faint, almost recognisable
The way passing someone wearing too much perfume
as if walking through a half-remembered fog 
Leaving sticky fingers on my memory
Nails clawing the dark corners of my mind
Where the knowing hides
My dreams like the dark spaces
I remember him, but sunlight washes it away
All but his voice, my name whispered from his lips
Wait for me, I will return
This voice I know from the many lifetimes past
Why must love be lost like ships passing
Can destiny be tricked to let us love again…?


© Anita Dawes 2021

Tuesday Teaser… Ghostly Interference by Jan Sikes #Ghost Horror @JanSikes3

This week I am reading a book that has been slowly climbing to the top of my reading list, a story of ghosts and romance and I cannot wait to get started!

Book Description

Jag Peters has one goal in his quiet comfortable life—to keep his karma slate wiped clean. A near-miss crash with a candy apple red Harley threatens to upend his safe world. He tracks down the rider to apologize properly. Slipping into a seedy biker bar, he discovers the rider isn’t a “he”, it’s a “she”, a dark-haired beauty.

Rena Jett is a troubled soul, who lives in a rough world. She wants no part of Jag’s apology, but even while she pushes him away, she is attracted to him. When he claims to see a ghost—her brother—can she trust him? And could her brother’s final gift, a magical rune stone with the symbol for “happily ever after” have the power to heal her wounds and allow opposites to find common ground—perhaps even love?

About the Author ~ Jan Sikes

I’ve been an avid reader all my life. I can still remember the excitement that surged through me the first time I realized I could decipher words. Many summers, I won the highest award possible from the Hobbs, NM Public Library for reading the most books.

There’s nothing I love more than losing myself in a story.

Oddly enough, I never had any ambition to be a writer. But I wound up in mid-life with a story that begged to be told. Not just any story, but a true story that rivalled any fiction creation. Through fictitious characters, the tale came to life in an intricately woven tale that encompasses four books. Not satisfied to stop with the books, I released music CDs of original music to match the time period of each story segment.

In conclusion, to bring the story full circle, I published a book of poetry and art. I was done.

Wrong!

The story ideas keep coming, and I don’t intend to turn off the creative fountain.

I am a member of the Author’s Marketing Guild, The Writer’s League of Texas, Romance Writers of America, and the Paranormal Writer’s Guild. I am an avid fan of Texas music and grandmother of five beautiful souls. I reside in North Texas.

Connect through Jan’s website: http://www.jansikes.com

Follow Jan on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJanSikesBooks

Follow Jan on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/JanSikes3

Follow Jan’s Blog: http://www.jansikesblog.com

Excerpt

Rena leaned back against the faded red leather covering the worn booth and stared at the stranger seated across from her. Her sharp instincts honed from years of practice told her this man was different. She guessed him to be in his mid-twenties, maybe a year or two older than her. Something in her gut said he was sincere, that he didn’t have an ulterior motive. The waitress set their coffees on the table and Rena reached for hers. “I’m not a big fan of karma,” she admitted. “I’ve never seen the bad guys get what they have coming to them.”

Jag set his cup down. “That’s because the timing for karma isn’t determined by us. We can do things to help it along, like me coming to find you and apologize for spacing out and nearly running you down.”

She interrupted him with a harrumph. “You can save your breath if you’re about to tell me there is a God up there somewhere in the ethers who gives a shit about people getting what they deserve.”

She twirled a silver band on her right finger. “I’ve seen too much to ever believe that.” “That wasn’t what I was going to say. It’s much more basic than that, but we can talk about something else. All I know is that I made a commitment to myself years ago to try and keep my karma slate clean. I can’t speak for anyone else.”

Silence grew thick between them.

Jag’s cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and gave it a quick glance. “Let me guess.” Sarcasm dripped off Rena’s tongue. “It’s your girlfriend wondering where you are.”

She might have known a handsome man like him would have a girlfriend. All the good ones did. He expertly hit the delete button for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

“No. Actually, it’s my boss.” “A hard drive has crashed and they need you pronto to get things running again so they don’t lose precious dollars?” “How do you know I’m a computer geek?” Jag met her stare. “What if I’m a schoolteacher or librarian?”

She laughed. “I told you, I live by instincts, and they’re never wrong. You’re a computer guy. It’s written all over you. Besides, you have the Granite Technology logo on your shirt pocket.”

“Very observant.” Jag reached for his coffee. “So, the next thing you’re going to tell me is that you have to go. Don’t worry, I’m not keeping you.”

She sized him up from hooded eyelids. With his slightly wavy brown hair, six-foot frame, and bluish-gray eyes that sparkled when he smiled, he could have been a model out of a classy men’s magazine, except for his lack of self-confidence.

He cleared his throat. “I have a few more minutes, but then I will have to go.”





#BlogBattle ~ Hypnotic ~ #Poetry

November #BlogBattle: Hypnotic



A shadow plays behind my back
A court jester, making fun of my life
Would that I could cut myself free
From the thing that follows me
At the same time, I find it fascinating
Hypnotic, troublesome
How has my shadow taken on a life of its own?
What does it mean for me?
How far is it going to go?
It is taking the mickey out of the way I walk
Each time I trip, I look clumsy as I fall
It’s my shadows fault
I see his head rock back with laughter
I never fully turn to face it
The corner of my eye works well
Somehow, his mickey taking
Is transferring to my life
I wonder if I have been hexed
by a friend for some slight I have forgotten
If so, how do I break the spell?
Get my true shadow back
The one that watches over me…

© Anita Dawes 2021