Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Gemstone

Shining mineral
shaped and formed by molten rock,
hardened by water.
Mystical, magical, gems.
Crystals; bones of mother earth.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 75 – shining and water

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Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Steampunk

Steampunk themed party.
Need to find something to wear!
Victorian flair.

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #179 – flare (flair) and steam

Author’s Note: Steampunk is a subgenre of science fiction or science fantasy that incorporates technology and aesthetic designs inspired by 19th-century industrial steam-powered machinery. Steampunk worlds are often set in an alternative history of the 19th century’s British Victorian era or American “Wild West”, in a future during which steam power has maintained mainstream usage.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Fall

One last assault,
as we run towards the finish line.
I can’t afford to fall.

But
I
do.

As I sail to the ground,
my knees nudging the earth,
I realise I am their puppet.

It’s too deep-seated –
and I have no case for change.
So I find myself a bar instead…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Whirl, Wordle 329, Words: run, bar, deep, nudge, last, assault, case, afford, seat, puppet, fall, sail

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Reflection

Reality versus
Expectation. My
Face peers back at me and I
Long for an eraser to rub out the
Eternity of lines
Cut into my skin.
This is me now
I realise, and though
Objectionable ageing may be,
No one can escape time.

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit pxhere

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #32 – Reflection, Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of the first word of each line spells out “reflection” as it is read from top to bottom.

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Uncertain

Undulating road.
Wooden fingers lace, blocking
sunlight. Shadows hide
watchful eyes. Ears catch whispers.
An uncertain path is life.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 48; and also, Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 74 – eyes and ears

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

The Monolith

daring to defy
gravity; standing boldly
atop granite friends

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit phunnyfotos via Pinterest

Author’s note:The Monolith is a rugged rock formation in the Mt Buffalo National Park in Victoria. It towers at 1464 meters above sea level.

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #178 – Bold and Daring

Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah

Seduced

Allure…
Perturbed, confused.
Glancing. Gazing. Gaping.
Flittering heartbeats, we converge.
Seduced.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 2 December 2017, Synonyms used for the following words: meet – converge, look – glance, gape, gaze, annoy – perturbed, draw – allure, seduce, fly – flit

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Ancient Boots

Years have seen but many who owns,
the castle set amidst the larch.
Empty now of all, except the moans
of wind across fields a’ parch.

Hark, hear echoes on cobbled stones?
They resound still, under arch.
Lying in ground, now just bones,
whose ancient boots did march.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #31 – Nostalgia, Poetry Challenge – Write a poem up to 15 lines long that has a rhyming pattern of ABAB and is inspired by feelings of nostalgia.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

No Party

I put on a song,
hoping the sound of music
will provide a temporary
e      s       c      a      p      e;
respite from this tedious task.
My mind pushes and pulls against itself.
Who voted on this existence anyway?
Not I.
Was it someone…
Thirsty for pain?
Wishing to drive us crazy?
Seeing if they can steal our weekends?
It’s no party, trust me.
Thankgoodness reports are finished.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Whirl, Wordle 328, Words: song, escapes, thank, sound, pushes, if, exist, voted, thirsty, drive, wishes, party

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Lucent Waves

Mornings thick with flies.
Heat radiates lucent waves,
bouncing off the ground.
Top of 35 degrees (C) today!
I wish it was winter still…

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit PXHere

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 73 – mornings and winter, Daily Post Daily Prompt, degree

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Poseidon

God of sea and storms.
Bad-tempered, moody, greedy –
vengeful when he’s wronged.

Defeating titans,
drawing straws to rule the seas.
Navigating worlds.

Praying for safety,
sailors begging smooth passage;
were sometimes obliged.

Trident: three strong spear,
striking ground – an ‘earthshaker.’
Most fearsome power.

Alas, no match for
modern times; swamped by progress.
Ocean’s heart, no more.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #190; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #177 – strong and heart

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Reformation

We are caught up
in your uncanny tendencies.
Yet our vertebra demand
greater toughness from within.

We are stranded in this warren
with the muzzle of your barrel,
in our oscitant mouths.
Endeavouring for syncretism is fruitless.

We cry for reform – before we collapse.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #180. Words: collapse, reform, oscitant (adj. yawning, as with drowsiness; gaping. drowsy or inattentive, dull, lazy, negligent, malaise), strand, syncretism (n. the attempted reconciliation or union of different or opposing principles, practices, or parties, as in philosophy or religion), warren, barrel, catch, tough, tendency, uncanny, vertebra

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Twister

It seemed a simple puzzle
– twist; stand still; and wish,
ambler nor no other would nuzzle.
It seemed a simple puzzle.
A sneaky trim, a stolen tousle.
Stream toward the prize…oh no, we’ve all gone squish!
It seemed a simple puzzle
– twist, stand still and wish.

By Sarah ©2017

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Image credit Wikimedia under the Creative Commons Licence

Prompt: Sunday Whirl, Wordle 327. Words: puzzle, stream, twist, ring, wish, amble, prize, still, simple, stolen, stand, trim

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Flyway

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Bird migration is the regular seasonal movement, often north and south along a flyway, between breeding and wintering grounds.

Let’s fly along the flyway,
for bounties from lands afar.
Just for the season we will stay,
let’s fly along the flyway.
Journeying all night, and through the day,
our compass of sun and star.
Let’s fly along the flyway,
for bounties from lands afar.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #30 – Journey
Poetry Challenge – Write a triolet inspired by the photo prompt.

* A triolet is a short poem of eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.

Poetry by Sarah, Shadorma

The Girls

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson
light. Then he
asked her price and the slap bounced
off tired brick walls.

‘Just because
I work here, doesn’t
mean I work
the corners,’
she replied. ‘Someone has to
look after the girls.’

By Sarah @2017

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Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – November 24th, 2017

Other, Poetry by Sarah

First Robin

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Image credit Pinterest

first robin spotted
low lands are facing the dark
as snow falls softly

first robin spotted
upon white, fiery read breast
singing lonely tunes

low lands are facing the dark
no breath of wind stirs
and still air mutes the songbird

as snow falls softly
wooded fingers catch its flakes
robin flies away

By Sarah @2017

Note: For the Troiku you separate the three lines. Every line becomes the first line of the three new haiku. (Line 1 for haiku 1; line 2 for haiku 2; line 3 for haiku 3). It does not follow normal 5/7/5 rules as it cannot!

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 22nd 2017 – Troiku

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Snooze

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Image credit Winnond via FreeDigitalPhotos

Alarm drills through dreams.
Grudgingly, eyes peel open;
yet mind stays sluggish.
My daily morning challenge
– not to roll over; hit snooze.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 72 – morning and challenge