Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

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

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Image credit MabelAmber via Pixabay

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

Scribblings by Sarah

Rube Goldberg Machines

Today’s Daily Post Prompt “rube”, immediately got me thinking about the one and only, cartoonist and inventor, Rube Goldberg and those fantastic Rube Goldberg Machines.

A Rube Goldberg Machine is a deliberately complex contraption, in which a series of simple devices perform simple tasks to link together and produce a domino effect (e.g activating one device triggers, the next device which activates the next etc. in a sequence).

I first remember watching them in action on Sesame Street, in various formats.

Whether it was learning the alphabet in that crazy, apartment filled with nonsense…

…or being fascinated, watching that little red ball unearth a delight at the end of its travels…

…or giggle as Kermit’s attempt miserably fails!

In later years, I enjoyed a Rube Goldberg Machine in the form of the board game, “Mousetrap!”

Of course we never did actually play the game properly. We just loved the chain reaction part and did it over and over again.

As an adult, my favourite Rube Goldberg Machine, is by one of my favourite bands, OK GO. (On a side note, if you haven’t checked out their songs or film clips before, you MUST!) The film clip for their song This Too Shall Pass, is AMAZING and I often use it as a brain break with my class. I never tire of it…

If you google “ultimate Rube Goldberg machine”, several noteworthy ones are showcased, including this one that lights up a Christmas tree

One that produces music

And this one that seems to be the most elaborate advertisement for a photography company, or someone who can’t work out how to do a selfie (lol!)

Cheers to the man who started it all! Thanks Rube!

Prompt: Daily Post, Daily Prompt – Rube

Stories by Sarah

The Shortcut


Image credit Dawn Miller

She couldn’t believe it! Such bad luck breaking down in the middle of nowhere. She should have stuck to the main road; not risked the shortcut. She slammed her door and kicked a tyre, releasing frustration. She checked her cell phone, knowing it would be pointless. No signal.

Great! Just great! she thought.

She could either wait it out until the next car came along, or walk to the nearest house and get some help. Weighing up her options, she began trudging along the dirt road. Thankfully, she didn’t need to walk too long before she saw a letterbox. She memorised the address and began walking up the driveway.

The grass grew long and she mentally chastised the owners. Didn’t they know it was a fire hazard? She drew closer to the house, and something began to nag in the back of her mind. It seemed so familiar here.

She rounded the corner, took in the front door, and noticed, standing to the side, three cups resting on posts. One that was too big, one that was too small, and one that was just right.

She realised she had been here before; many years ago.

Goldilocks turned and ran…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction, August 27th 2017; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt: memorise 

Scribblings by Sarah

Friends of Circumstance

Image credit Mrs White

Travelling alone can be amazing. No restrictions on when/where/what you do! You can please yourself and indulge your every whim. However, it can, at times, be very lonely and that’s when a smile, a hello, or an inane observation, can simply be magical. Forging human contact when we most need it!

People we meet while travelling – they become our new best friends…at least for an hour or two; a day; a few days; or longer. For a brief moment in time, we embark on the same journey, stepping up to see the same shoreline. We are friends tethered together by circumstance, or opportunity. (And it’s always nice to have someone to take photos with YOU in them).

But then as suddenly as the friendship began, they’re  gone – taken flight to their next destination. Sometimes you cross paths again, sometimes, that’s it. And after a while, you don’t even remember their faces, or even their name…just the time spent holding each other’s hand during your mutual travels of the world, and loving them for it.

Thanks for the memories, my fairweather friends.

Author’s Note: Dedicated to: Laura and Nehl (Tastes of Waiheke Island Tour, 2/7/17) and Michael (Waiotapu and Hobbion Day Tour, 4/7/17), the lady at Kiwi As Guesthouse who kept me company in the evenings, and the English bloke who wandered with me through Waimangu Valley.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #172, Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: tether

Scribblings by Sarah

Flashing Man

Walking across the street in Auckland is fun! Not only does the little green man actually walk (and moon walk at that!) he also counts down how long you’ve got to cross once he starts flashing!

This morning I approached the crossing and noted there were 10 seconds to go. I had this, I thought to myself and broke into a scamper. Halfway across the intersection a Maori man, approaching from the other direction, had done the same thing.

He made a funny little victory cry complete with fist pump, grinned at me and said, “We’re gonna make it hey?!”

Yes, my man. We were…and we did.

Such a simple yet intimate interaction with this stranger made my day! I smiled the whole way down to the pier to catch my ferry.

Then I caught a glimpse of my reflection and stopped. People might think I was up to something!

By Sarah

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: scamper

Scribblings by Sarah

Synchronicity 

My two dogs Archie and Bella, though not related, have an uncanny synchronicity.


Synchronised staring


Synchronised sleeping


Synchronised couch topping


Synchronised seeking

Synchronised moping (probably because of those jackets. What was I thinking?!)

Synchronised snacking.

Weirdos.

🐶🐶💜💜

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: synchronise,  snack

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

In Between


Image credit Natalia Fadejeva

She was of this world, yet not.
Lying somewhere in the in-between.

The call of the birds in the sky,
the rustle of crimson leaves,
and sensual smell of the soil,

Not enough to draw her back to earth.

Silken water, caressing milky skin,
the perfume of floating petals,
with promise of peace in the darkness,

Not enough to take her under.

Family murmur their  words
to coax her back to consciousness.

But she is trapped in her box.

She’s not the first person to be buried alive in her body.
She won’t be the last.

 

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #171; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: bury, soil

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Stop A While


Image credit Eden Hills

My wings stretched out
I soar the open skies
The wind beneath my feathers
And carrying my cries

I squawk to my friend
Signalling stop for a while
I land upon a fence line
And listen with a smile

I hear the breeze rustling
The long grass at my side
The crickets they are chirruping
I hear them far and wide

The metal on the fence post
Makes a lightly scratching sound
Faintly echoes the howl
Of some far off mournful hound

Beside me runs a river
Though slow, the water flows
There’s the sensual slosh of liquid
As over the rocks it goes

Out of the corner of my eye
I see a snake slither and hiss
Time to go, lest he makes me his meal
I take off; blow a farewell kiss

Beep beep beep beep
I awake in confusion
It’s just my alarm clock
Shattering the illusion

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix – 24 June 2017, and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: illusion 


Free Verse, Photos by Sarah, Poetry by Sarah

Reveal 

Stretched out cotton balls
shroud the valleys in a thick blanket of white
mountain tops peek through, standing tall
imaginary fingers drag their way along the clouds
creating layers and
slowly plucking away the wisps
until each strand has gone.
Revealing the city below.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: imaginary, foggy, pluck,

Stories by Sarah

First Frost

My eyes popped open as the alarm screeched, hammering my brain. Noooooo! I thought.

I peeled back the covers and promptly pulled them back over myself again. It was FREEZING. I snuggled back in, pretending I hadn’t heard the clock. I tried to go back to sleep but guilt kept my mind from such joy.

“Are we getting up?” my husband asked, after a few minutes.

“I don’t want to,” I replied.

“Come on. It won’t be so bad,” he promised. “Count of three?   1…2…3…”

We threw off the covers and bravely jumped out of bed. I began hopping from foot to foot, as the cool tiles stuck to my soles. I frantically tugged off my pyjamas and put on my active wear, ready for our daily morning walk. I considered my usual cap and opted for a beanie instead.

We opened the front door and the icy chill hit. It was straight from the antarctic. Although the sky was still dark, the moon reflected on the sparkling, shimmering frost that coated the blades of our front lawn. There was no going back now. We crunched through the ice leaving green impressions of our shoes behind us.

As we hit the footpath, I was so grateful I had chosen the beanie. We breathed out and steamy clouds escaped our mouths. It was at least 0 oC or below and perfectly crisp.

“First frost for the year,” my husband observed.

“Mmmm, hmmmm.” I answered, unable to unclench my teeth long enough for a more eloquent response.

I shivered as we walked along in the foggy early morning. My fingers numb, my nose running and my limbs stiff from the shock of the cold. Our footfall echoed in the still air. Each step, an effort.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~   ~  ~  ~

Twenty minutes later we arrived back at our house, green footprints still visible and guiding the way. As I opened the door, I felt enormous relief that it was over.

We made ourselves coffee and porridge for breakfast. The warmth from the coffee thawed my frozen digits as I cupped my mug. The oats seemed to radiate from my belly, heating my core. I began to feel human again.

As I looked over at my husband, content, I said, “The first frost is always the worst.

He grinned and replied, “Sure is. Same time tomorrow?”

By Sarah ©2017


Image courtesy of Pixabay

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: observefrantic, shimmer, foggy


Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Sacrifice 

the redhead was struck
blackened and withered
she falls away from my hand
no matter
her job is done
I watch intently
satisfied
as the flicker becomes a flame
the radiant glow of her sacrifice.


By Sarah ©2017


Image courtesy of Paul at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Author’s Note: Redheads is an iconic Australian brand of matches originally manufactured in Richmond, Victoria by Bryant and May but now manufactured in Sweden by Swedish Match. It is the top-selling brand in the country.

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: radiate, radiant 

Scribblings by Sarah

Days like these

I am very fortunate to have a number of volunteers who help out in my classroom. Today, I checked in with one who is relatively new to my class, to see how she is finding things. As a retired Occupational Therapist, she has been working with one of my students with Autism and helping him with some writing and fine motor skills. They appear to be a good match and getting along famously. So her reply, was somewhat unexpected!

Yes, she loves being in the class. 

Yes, she gets along well with her buddy student. 

But what she is enjoying about the class most is…me!? I was so flattered and happy to hear I had made such an impression on her as a teacher. If I could do that to an adult, hopefully the experience is ‘next level’ for my students. 😃

It’s not often I pump up my own tyres but at times, as teachers, the only feedback we get is all the things we are doing ‘wrong’. 

It’s days like these… *happy sigh*



Image courtesy of IdeaGo at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Prompt: Daily Post, Word: impression

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