Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Make It Count

When departing from
this life, make the world better
than when you arrived.
Be more than a moment on
the breeze; and count for something.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 89 – breeze and arrived

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Stories by Sarah

Time To Let Go

Author’s note: Written for my beautiful nanna, Edie, who finally let go last night. May you Rest In Peace with Bill.

“Take this balloon,” Nanna began. “Its life begins much like ours. All shrivelled, until it’s filled with air and starts to grow.”

Bringing it to her lips, it slowly inflated. “Sometimes, we push too far and…”

“BANG!” I interrupted.

“Exactly,” she smiled. “Sometimes, we tie a knot, when there’s still room to grow.”

She made a pinching motion with her fingers. “But sometimes, we can hold it just right. Get a balance between the two.”

“And then what?” I asked.

She laughed, “It’s time to let go!”

Together, we watched the balloon empty and fizzle, before coming to rest.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Carrot Ranch, Flash Fiction Challenge – March 8, 2018. Task: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Sliding Scale

I wiggled and jiggled in
The small change room.
I cringe at my reflection.
Broad hips, narrow shoulders.
My body clearly taunting me.
‘Twould be funny.
If it weren’t so serious.
Feeling fury and disbelief,
I test the fabric’s strength.

I win the mission but not the war
As I free the garment from my body,
I hear the resounding RRRRIIIIIPPPP!
I gather up the pieces.
Sighing.
Lesson learnt.
Sometimes in life, we get away with it.
And sometimes we have to pay.
It’s a sliding scale.

(Lucky, this time it was dirt cheap.)

By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: Upon first reading, it would seem this poem is about a mishap at a clothing store. Which is one interpretation should you choose to take it 😊. The metaphorical intent behind this free verse is to show the lengths we can go to in life to change, bend and mold ourselves to an ‘ideal’. Eventually it wears and tears and tests our strength. Some of use choosing to cast off the oppressive ‘second self’. Sometimes that price is high and we are left picking up pieces, other times, we can move on. Life’s sliding scale; a balancing act and struggle, but the self in some form, will always endure.

Prompts: Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #28 – Life Poetry Challenge – Write a poem in 20 lines or less about life; the ups and downs, the important things, what it means to live a good life.; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt – Fabric; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Opposing Forces – 11 November 2017. Words: broad and narrow, funny and serious; and, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 325. Words: clear, taunting, body, fury, test, war, mission, lesson, slide, dirt, pay, disbelief.

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Clinging

life is a struggle
and survival sometimes means
the wisdom to know
when you’re clinging to branches
that may really be fences

By Sarah ©2017 

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Branch; and also, Ramblings Of A Writer, Wekly Tanka Challenge, Week 58 – survival and life; and also, Our Write Side Ink, The Darkroom – Hey, Squirrel