Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Epiphany

She once had an epiphany –
time was not her friend.
It surrounded her, reminded her,
Her life was near its end.

Time was not her friend.
Resolute, she carried on.
Her life was near its end.
Each minute passed and gone.

Resolute, she carried on.
Her fortitude now grown.
Each minute passed and gone,
Her time was hers to own.

Her fortitude now grown.
Surrounding her, reminding her,
Her time was hers to own.
She once had an epiphany.

 

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 9; and also, Sammi Cox, Weekend Writing Prompt #49 – Random (3). Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of any length that includes all three of the word prompts (Fortitude – Resolute – Epiphany) and where one of the lines is repeated at least once.

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Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Circles

This was my favourite weekend prompt by Sammi Scribbles this year. It was a highly relevant and timely post for me at that point and helped me express some of the feelings I was going through…

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #35 – End Of Year Challenge

By Sarah


Ruminating; circles running in my head.
I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.

I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
As they twist and curl around my brain.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.
Intent on driving me insane.

As they twist and curl around my brain.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
Intent on driving me insane.
Ruminating; circles running in my head.

By Sarah ©2107

Author’s note: I selected the Pantoum form for my poetry because I felt it gave my thoughts the ‘running on a loop’ feel that the challenge required. I hope you enjoy it. As some of you may have gathered from my recent posts, I am struggling again with my anxiety, so this prompt helped me express certain aspects of the…

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Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Festive Times

Time to decorate the old fir tree
Bring the ornaments out of their box
Who gets to place the star? Hope it’s me!
We hang our Christmas socks.

Bring the ornaments out of their box
Decorate the house festively
We hang our Christmas socks
It’s nearly time for roast turkey

Decorate the house festively
Dressed in finery and frocks
It’s nearly time for roast turkey
Drinking egg nog on the rocks

Dressed in finery and frocks
Time to decorate the old fir tree
Drinking egg nog on the rocks
Who gets to place the star? Hope it’s me!

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip – 16 December 2017. Task – Write a pantoum about the Christmas/holiday season, and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #33 – Time. Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of no more than 20 lines where the first line:
• starts with the word “Time”
• is repeated at least twice

Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Circles


Ruminating; circles running in my head.
I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.

I try so hard to push these thoughts away.
As they twist and curl around my brain.
It seems sometimes they’re here to stay.
Intent on driving me insane.

As they twist and curl around my brain.
They pull me back; fill me with dread.
Intent on driving me insane.
Ruminating; circles running in my head.

By Sarah ©2107

Author’s note: I selected the Pantoum form for my poetry because I felt it gave my thoughts the ‘running on a loop’ feel that the challenge required. I hope you enjoy it. As some of you may have gathered from my recent posts, I am struggling again with my anxiety, so this prompt helped me express certain aspects of the cyclical nature of my GAD.

Prompt: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #27 – Circle. Poetry Challenge – Write a rhyming poem in 14 lines or less that deals with the theme of “going round in circles”.

Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

In The Shadows

All for a ‘please’ and a smile,
I come out of the background.
Ignoring tendencies, awestruck.
I am parallel with mal de coucou.

I come out of the background.
Nerves cause me to spill Golem’s Truth.
I am parallel with mal de coucou,
Quelling my strong desires

Nerves cause me to spill Golem’s Truth.
Using smoke and mirrors,
Quelling my strong desires,
I retreat back to the shadows.

Using smoke and mirrors,
Ignoring tendencies, awestruck.
I retreat back to the shadows,
All for a ‘please’ and a smile.

By Sarah ©2017

* Mal de coucou (n.) – a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.

^ Golem’s Truth – A secret that must be kept on pain of death.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #158. Words: please, background, awestruck, tend, mal de coucou, smoke, nerve, spill, Golem’s Truth, strong, desire, parallel

Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Toilet Humour

Lost in my thoughts
As I stumbled along
Didn’t see I was off course
Didn’t know I was wrong

As I stumbled along
As drunk as could be
Didn’t know I was wrong
I just needed to pee

As drunk as could be
I pushed open the MENS door
I just needed to pee
A man! Accidentally, I saw!

I pushed open the MENS door
Didn’t see I was off course
A man! Accidentally, I saw!
Lost in my thoughts.

By Sarah ©2017


Image courtesy of Tuomas_Lehtinen at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Prompt: MLMM Saturday’s Mix 27/5/17, Theme: spying, unintentional witness


Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

Askew

Something is off.
I’m feeling askew.
My optimism rough.
Confused what to do.

I’m feeling askew.
Stuck in my mind.
Confused what to do.
Thoughts so unkind.

Stuck in my mind.
My soul in despair.
Thoughts so unkind.
Catapult me out of there.

My soul in despair
My optimism rough.
Catapult me out of there.
Something is off.

By Sarah ©2017


Image courtesy of Boaz Yiftach at FreeDigitalImages.net

Author’s note: Thanks Miriam Hurdle for inspiring me to try this new (to me!) form of poetry. This is my first attempt at Pantoum in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for 24/5/17, ‘catapult’.

Please visit Miriam’s site and pantoum ‘Letter in the bottle’ .

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: catapult

Pantoum Poem:
There are four stanzas in the line patterns of
Stanza 1 – 1, 2, 3, 4.
Stanza 2 – 2, 5, 4, 6.
Stanza 3 – 5, 7, 6, 8.
Stanza 4 – 7, 3, 8, 1.
Reference: https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-pantoum