under wings I fly
I keep my eyes on my bliss
your brawn can’t break me
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #219 and Ronovan Write, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #206 – bliss and brawn
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Category: Poetry by Sarah
Turtle Man
I’m ok thanks.
Thanks for asking.
Oh, that’s right.
You didn’t.
I’m here for you.
I’ll support you.
But there’s no back up.
It’s all just lip service.
You dont’t really care.
Your words are badges.
Just something you
can hide behind.
So I’ll nod.
Say “Yes”.
Because you don’t want to
know how things really are.
An ostrich,
a turtle,
and you.
What do you have in common?
They said you were
a people person.
To me, you are the person
Who lets people down.
By Sarah ©2018
On The Beach
My flips-flops squelch in the soft sand. Tiny grains, incongruously scratchy, between my toes. I scan the beach, finding a place to settle in with my book. The heavens above me, a perfect hue, blend with the azure of the ocean. Warm, gold sunshine, cleanses away the stresses of the working week and soon, I am lost – deep in the pages of my paperback. A sudden rush of movement, catches my eye. I look up, but am too late to evade that rogue wave!
don’t get too cosy
keep one eye out on the sea
waves like to roam free
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille; and also, Time To Write: A book
Synonyms – flip flips (shoe), scan (sweep), heaven (sky), cleanse (wash), evade (duck)
Blackened Moon
Blackened moon,
mirroring worlds.
Inky skies reflect
shadows and light.
Birds fly away,
seeking sun; fleeing mists.
Chasing possibilities.
~ Searching for clarity. ~
Possibilities chasing
fleeing mists; sun seeking.
Away fly birds.
Light and shadows,
reflect skies. Inky
worlds mirroring,
moon blackened.
By Sarah ©2018
Tyrant Rule
under tyrant rule
with our voices united
hope of mutiny
By Sarah ©2018
Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #205 – tyrant and hope
Ode to Elsie and the Tanka Challenge
One of my favourites,
this challenge taught me how to
Tanka with your prompts.
Celebrate your achievement –
a muse with a century!
By Sarah ©2018
Author’s Note: A BIG “thank you” to Elsie Hagley at Ramblings Of A Writer, for all your hard work coordinating the Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, over the last 100 weeks. Yours was one of the first prompts I participated in when I started my blogging journey in May last year. I have loved learning how to write Tanka and always looked forward to each Wednesday.
Best wishes for the future Elsie, and I look forward to staying in touch via your blog.
Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 100 – Celebrations and Century
Balance
When we grow flowers,
we make a choice.
Instead you plant weeds,
by raising your voice.
Polish your silverware,
but not your good grace.
Check your surroundings,
but not your own face.
Your thunder and lightning
impose with their show.
But kindness and love
are the riches I know.
So I keep the balance.
Embrace your rain.
There cannot be pleasure
without the pain.
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt – Collage Prompt #41
Symmetry
Balanced
harmoniously.
Ordered
proportions.
~ in symmetry ~
Proportions
ordered.
Harmoniously
balanced.
By Sarah ©2018
Image credits Bored Panda
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #57 – Symmetry
Shadows
It’s the shadows in her hazel eyes,
that betray her brightest smile.
No longer bold, as sadness takes hold,
her flame’s been extinguished, for a while.
Day after day she continues on,
wondering what it’s all ’bout.
As sadness takes hold, no longer bold,
she’s now broken and filled with self-doubt.
Dreaming of escape; far, far, away,
Her care factor has checked out.
As sadness takes hold, no longer bold,
She simply cannot see past this drought.
Inadequacy shrieks in her ear,
always consistent and strong.
No longer bold, as sadness takes hold,
never feeling so incredibly wrong.
Retreating to self; her memories,
She slowly just fades away.
No longer bold, as sadness takes hold,
choosing not to be, another day.
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 2 June 2018
Author’s Note: ZaniLa Rhyme. The ZaniLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists 4 lines per stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is abcb and a syllable count of 9/7/9/9 per stanza. Line 3 contains internal rhyme and is repeated in each odd numbered stanza. Even stanzas contain the same line but swapped. The ZaniLa Rhyme has a minimum of 3 stanzas and no maximum poem length.
Natural Charm
I take up my perch.
Sit and watch the world go by.
I love to cackle,
for I’m easily amused.
All part of my natural charm.
By Sarah ©2018
Weekly Tanka Prompt, Poetry Challenge, Week 99 – Natural and Charm
No More Sunny Days
Blue skies and marshmallow clouds deceive me into thinking this is just another day. The traitorous sun rose this morning, like it alway does, and warbling birds gather outside my window. All this reminds me I am alone. I reach for the pillow where your head lay, breathing in scents now lost to black. My disconsolate heart, resolves always, to remember you.
Winter’s here to stay.
Fallen leaves all blown away.
No more sunny days.
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 30th 2018 – sunny day
Under Wing
Under wing, no more.
Debris and mess my new home.
The cost of being free.
By Sarah ©2018
Absent
Your acerbic words
n e s t l e
in the tendrils
of my brain,
Deleterious acts
leave me,
parched
and muted.
Particular
and numerous.
Behaviours amass.
Oh, woebegone me!
Crying for my
maternal bosom,
yet, strangely,
absent.
By Sarah ©2018
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #198
Tearing
To feel invisible,
Is never to belong.
My soul stripped bare.
And still, I can’t turn that corner.
I’m not even close.
The black surrounds me.
No home for laughter,
Put my spirit in hiding.
Can I skip out?
Ask my doppelgänger to take over?
Like paper thin cardboard,
I slowly tear…
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 353, Words – invisible, close, skip, belong, corners, strip, hiding, put, laugh, cardboard, black, home; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt – Doppelgänger
Stale
Growing narcissism; selfish people.
Society has set the value
for those who rise, on occasion
of others they cause to fall.
Quashing fresh approaches,
crowing their hidden
agendas for
ideals that
have gone
stale.
By Sarah ©2018
Author’s Note: The poetry form, the Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, and follow suit with an inverted syllable count.
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 26 May 2018, Antonyms – rise and fall, fresh and stale.
Grounding
A walk through nature.
Grounding. Feet connect with earth;
air dances on skin.
Add some breathtaking scenes and
happiness flows from within.
By Sarah ©2018
Cable Bay, New Zealand – Image credits By Sarah ©
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 98 – Happiness and Nature
Gone
Holding broken dreams,
I weep for you as tears fall
through my bloodstained hands.
It’s hard to let go
of someone you never met,
but love so fiercely.
Too fragile for life –
a tiny heartbeat in time.
And then you were gone…
By Sarah ©2018
Author’s Note: A triple haiku, as this week marks the six year anniversary of my last miscarriage and the end of all hope I ever had of being a mother. A fitting choice of words for me, from Ronovan this week? 😔 Must be a “thing” as last year, this very same week, I wrote Bloodline using Ronovan’s words, “miracle” and “save”. Oh what bitter irony…
Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #202 – Fragile and Heartbeat
Twaddle
Trivial
and lacking substance;
many are fools.
Fixated and self-indulgent,
feathering their nest with
frippery and twaddle.
Empty hearts.
Unfulfilled souls.
Disingenuousness rules here,
crushing spirits.
Despaired and broken, we go on.
Truth never spoken.
Smiles conceal hidden agendas
Present, but never here.
We must
Fight venom with
~kind acts~
with venom fight.
Must we?
Here, never but present.
Agendas hidden, conceal smiles.
Spoken never truth.
On go we, broken and despaired.
Spirits crushing,
here rules disingenuousness
Souls unfulfilled.
Hearts empty.
Twaddle and frippery
with nest they’re feathering.
Self-indulgent and fixated.
Fools are many.
Substance lacking and
trivial.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #55 – Twaddle
Author’s Note: Palindrome Poetry is also known as Mirrored Poetry. A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again…
Greenery
Adding some flavour
with bouquets of greenery.
Delcious scents waft,
and aromas fill the house.
A promise of what’s to come.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 97 – Bouquet and Greenery
Apart
He’d mastered the art –
captured her body and heart;
to break her apart.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – #241; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #201 – body and art
