Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lasso The Sun

Image courtesy of Pobble365

Lasso the sun?
If only I could
I’d make you stay
If only you would

You captured my heart
But not mine you
A one way river
A dried up slew

I wanted to trap you
Encase you in stone
Secret you away
As mine alone

But you shine brightly
As only I dare
My eyes avert yours
An imperfect pair

I”m left in a wasteland
Of my own making
Lessons learned from
Giving not taking

Now I turn my back
And let you be
You’re just too elusive
This I can see

I’ll admire from afar
Bask only in your light
Lasso the sun?
One day, I might…

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #377

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Scar Tissue

With birds I’ll share this lonely view.
From my perch above, I look upon you.

My heart aches, way up here in the air,
As you’re carried away by your own affair.

A presence unnoticed in your busy life,
It’s hard to believe you were once my wife.

Surface wounds may heal but underneath,
Forms scar tissue that time can’t beat.

Your focus is bound to earthly things,
But I have evolved and grown my wings.

The birds have shown me how to fly.
My eyes turn skyward, and I say goodbye.

As Autumn’s sweet leaves begin to fall,
I’ll make it to the moon, if I have to crawl.

By Sarah ©2019

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge #45: “Scar Tissue” by Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

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

Other, Poetry by Sarah

With Me

My heart aches when I remember you.
Your last day so happy and free.
It was selfish of me to
keep you so long. I knew
it was time to leave.
I said goodbye
but always,
you’re with
me.

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo 2018 – Image 23

Stories by Sarah

Knock On Wood

I emerged from the artificial cocoon of the Sunshine Plaza in Maroochydore and straight away, noticed the sun was gone and it had started to drizzle. Also, I had no umbrella.

Now I know, getting stuck in the middle of a downpour is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I had two reasons for deciding to walk out into that rain. One, I needed the exercise, and climbing up the hill to my accommodation would do the trick; and two, I just needed to FEEL something again. I’d been numb ever since the break up and stumbling through every day as though my life was no more than a dream. That was the reason I’d chosen to holiday here on my own. I wanted to discover my ‘spark’ again.

Despite the overcast skies, the late March day was warm. As I began the 2km trek to the hostel, the rain tumbled from the low grey clouds. Each drop that fell on my skin was cool, silky and invigorating; igniting my senses and tickling my pores. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and allowed the spray to sprinkle over my face. I felt like a kid again.

Smiling, for the first time in months, I subconsciously picked up my pace and started a half stroll-half skipping move, and began to hum. I knew I probably looked like a crazy, drowned rat, but I felt alive! A bud of hope began to swell in my chest – maybe everything would be ok after all.

I stepped over a puddle, lifted my head, and wiped my sticky hair out of my eyes. I heard footsteps pounding the pavement and they were moving my way. Another person who liked singing and walking in the rain! I said to myself gleefully. My lips started to form a greeting when the words froze on my tongue. My face fell and my stomach plummeted through the cold cracks of the pavement.

It couldn’t be! I thought, as an all too familiar figure ran towards me.

But it was. Of course it was.

He had always been fanatical about keeping trim, and a little rain had never stopped him before. I wondered what the chances were, that out of all the holiday destinations in Australia, out of the twelve months of the year, out of the thirty-one days in the month, out of the 24 hours in the day, and out of the 60 minutes leading up this exact moment, that we would cross paths? Surely one in a mill…or even less!

He strode past me as though I were nothing. His face as scornful as a king mocking his lowliest servant.

They say love is blind and I wish that were true. For then, I would never have known it was he who swiped my blossoming hope and crushed it in the dirt.

I knock on wood I will never see him again.


By Sarah ©2017

Image credit reza shayestehpour via Unsplash

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #322. Words: knock, know, middle, hill, king, trim, blind, mill, two, drizzle, sticky, dream