Opening cabinet…
What do I find?
Things long forgotten;
cast from mind.
Why were they put here,
away from show?
Who’re they hiding from?
Who else knows?
Gently, I hold them.
Inspecting, with care.
Now I too am stuck here.
Finder… beware!
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #363 – cabinet (42 words)
raindrops tumbling, round on round
glossy, lacquered
shining ground
leaves swirling, sailing wind
shedding trees
limb by limb
sweeping colours, Autumn’s day
continuing clouds
sky filled grey
sunlight slipping
through
– rainbow –
through
slipping sunlight
grey filled sky
clouds continuing
day Autumn’s, colours sweeping
limb by limb
trees shedding
wind sailing, swirling leaves
ground shining
lacquered, glossy
round on round, tumbling raindrops
By Sarah ©2024
W3 Prompt #106:
Wea’ve Written Weekly
When things don’t jive,
there’s failure to thrive.
Yet a will to survive
…keeps me going.
With hope (at best)
I’ll ignore the rest.
And just go with zest
…even not knowing!
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge, #47 – thrive
As I began this year, so I will end… with a limerick!
Goodbye to my challenge corner.
Thank you for being a supporter!
This A-Z's done.
It's been such fun!
'Til next year... when they restore 'er!
I can’t believe how fast the month of April went. The days simply whizzed by and I was impressed (on the whole) with my planning and preparation for my posts each day.
I also thoroughly enjoyed the blogs I visited during the challenge, (and plan on getting to more on my road trip list soon!) It is always inspiring to see what others are up to and discover new blogs.
For anyone who missed it (or who wants to revisit 😆), I have collated a summary list of all posts for my 2024 A-Z Challenge, In The Corner.
Until next year, A-Z!
I paid full in cash.
Maybe a little rash.
Was it a step too far,
buying this car?
With crank to start,
an exhaust that farts.
And seats so low,
my knuckles show!
It guzzles fuel.
A V8; no fool.
Seatbelts are optional
when the speedometer’s questionable.
If I’m not being too maffick,
‘This vehicle’s a classic!’
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #362 – classic (57 words)
Linda’s prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “note.”
Well here goes… although this post will certainly not be of keynote standard, hopefully, it is noteworthy enough to keep you reading.
It must be noted, there are many definitions of the word, note:
One of the most delightful meanings for me of course, is ‘note‘ as in the notes we write in our notebooks – whether they be real, imaginary (yes, I have my own mental notebook) or digital (e.g. this blog).
I acknowledge, that there is often no ‘hard cash’, no banknotes, involved in blogging (unless of course, you are unbelievably lucky and/or talented). But that’s ok with me. I am not in it for fame and fortune. A blog for me, denotes a safe place; somewhere I can dump my innermost thoughts and feelings… which I may or may not see through to ‘Publish.’ (And yes, the connotation in that is correct: I am not 100% comfortable sharing anything and EVERYTHING!)
It would be remiss of me not to give a shout-out to another of my favourite kind of notes – those of the tasting notes in alcohol and top/middle/base notes of the perfume variety. I am endlessly fascinated by the alchemy that goes into blending and brewing, wine, beer, gins and fragrances. It is amazing also, how individual tastes and body chemistry can skew these seemingly straightforward concepts and make them quite polarising. (and if you don’t know what I mean, think about that guy who drowns himself in aftershave, or the animated/slightly heated discussions held with friends about beer and wine!)
Anyway, let’s wrap this whole thing up, with a footnote (which as always, is one of my terrible jokes…)
A music note walked into a bar. The barman said, "Sorry, we can't serve you. You're A Minor."
Linda G. Hill:
Stream of Consciousness Saturday, 4 May
Amidst the tors and peaceful scenes,
I search the path, for trail of green.
Alack! Is this just where I’ve been?
Turn I left, or turn I right?
The arrows to each other face.
A juxtaposition… dire straits!
No choice, but for my steps retrace.
Lucky, it’s a wonderful site!
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge, #46 – helpless
* The Granite Tors Walking Track is a steep walk through tall forest and granite boulders to views of the Orroral Valley from the former geodetic observatory.
Fingers drag wispy clouds across the sky,
covering the moon yet still a sliver.
Regardless, light seeps;
exposing cracks and skirting
a sleepy landscape.
My footprints impress the sand,
leaving a temporary story of who I am.
Then I enter the sea,
belonging to no one…
By Sarah ©2024
W3 Prompt #105:
Wea’ve Written Weekly
This fabulous final corner was found on a wall featuring a curious assortment of binary code.
This is perfectly fitting, since there are now ZERO days left in the challenge, ZERO posts to go, and just ONE more thought to finalise here before I press ‘Publish’.
I was curious about the meaning of the focal binary number in the image, ‘01100110.’
According to Binary Code.org it is:
This is a little disappointing, as I was hoping it would turn out to be ‘Z.’ But the magic of the universe did not oblige me on this occasion, and apparently Z is ‘01011010.’
Ah well, I still think it’s pretty amazing that any of this computer stuff is even possible, with nothing more than a combination of these two numbers…
There ONEce was a lonely digit,
who tended to roam and fidget.
Then ZERO came along,
making codes so strong.
Now AI seems to have no limit!
By Sarah ©2024
In the immortal words of R.E.M., ‘That’s me in the corner.’
I was taking a photo of this (very cool) roof at a regional art gallery and didn’t realise I had captured yours truly in the top RHS corner.
Instead of indulging my immediate impulse to delete it, I thought, Y not? (Pardon the pun).
There once was a sky-imaged ceiling.
So celestial and very appealing.
I snapped a quick shot.
Myself, too got caught.
Oh to fly, what a glorious feeling!
By Sarah ©2024
summer shines her endless rays
lingering, extending days
how to idle, let’s count the ways
…no time to worry
autumn lets her tresses down
cascading colours all around
draping earth with patchwork gown
…no need to hurry
winter hugs her blanket tight
bunkered down, no care what might
rest awhile, let things be quiet
…no matter the flurry
spring bursts forth with her new bulbs
in full bloom she does behold
promises as yet untold
…but no one’s quarry
each one assures you they know best
yet time stands still at no behest
don’t for one moment be the guest
…of any seasons’ folly
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge, #45 – season
W3 Prompt #104:
Wea’ve Written Weekly
By Sarah 
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