#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Other, Poetry by Sarah

A Giant’s Game

A spark. A flare. New ideas form.
You ponder what they might be worth

a plan

Words begin crackling into life.
The die have been cast, and they roll.

you write

Sometimes you’re lucky, and you win.
Sometimes, you need to cut and run.

a chance

Overseers observe, perplexed,
but fervor is not diminished.

a joy

The parts are assembled upon
the factory floor and reworked.

a draft

As lyrics converse in a song.
Gloriously it emerges.

a verse

— ~ —

The writing game can make mice of
men. An encounter that looms large.

go on

The mouse grins. Satisfied that he’s
tamed the giant. A poem now

complete

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 28; and also, The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 401

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Pantoum, Poetry by Sarah

The Mirror In The Attic

The reflection is blurred.
I no longer see myself.
I’m somewhat unnerved.
Lost my mental health.

I no longer see myself.
I’m spiralling now.
Lost my mental health.
Yet I don’t know how.

I’m spiralling now.
I need to make this stop.
Yet I don’t know how
To get back on top.

I need to make this stop.
I’m somewhat unnerved.
To get back on top,
The reflection is blurred.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 26

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Great Race

This is a great race.

Though hidden by smog
the sun still radiates.
This summer heat is stifling.

The ground crunches beneath my feet.
Dry, rocky, barren.
The trees have long gone.

The wind tears its fingers through my hair.
It whips against my face as I look back
to where we have been.

I taste the bitterness of
being alone and smell
the fumes of a rotting world.

I strain to hear, signs of life.
I hear silence.
Nothing.

Oh yes, this is a great race.
A race against time.

How long before we ask ourselves,
“Where has our world gone?”

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 25

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

The Visitor

tempting the sparrows
the visitor draws them in
with bells and whistles

twittering about
unaware they’ve entered a
graveyard in the mist

like spearing flowers
bodies lie as they’ve fallen
the attack begins

By Sarah ©2019

Author’s note: On MLMM today, Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to write something “different”, based on the Haiku by Yozakura. I have used most words from the original Haiku to create this triple Haiku, based on today’s Pobble365 Prompt.

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 24; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 24th 2019 – Something Different

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Other, Poetry by Sarah

Wilderness

Teeth chattering with fear, I go
Forward into the wilderness.
Alone.

All the guns in the world won’t help.
I’m out of bullets. I have me.
Just me.

I inhale the smells – pine, dirt, smoke,
Sweat. Earth’s perfume is assaulting my
Senses.

I feel that I am being followed.
In my periphery, a flash
Of brown.

The hunter is now being hunted.
The irony’s not lost on me.
I laugh.

I’ve followed the river, as taught.
Still, I’ve managed to lose my way.
What now?

— ~ —

The remote chimes as I press pause.
I pick up the phone and ring room
service.

I lay back on the hotel bed,
Comfy. Warm. And thinking of what
I want.

By Sarah ©2019

The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 398; and also, #NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 22

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Other, Poetry by Sarah

The Writer

I write these nonsensical words.
Hoping that out of the quagmire
Comes gold.

As I scribe, the words loom larger
Hovering over the page. Loose.
Swimming.

They move around by unseen hands.
Making new sentences. Reborn
as prose.

“But this isn’t what I wanted!”
I think to myself, frustrated.
Full stop.

I scramble to make sense of it.
Like a jigsaw, I place words piece
by piece.

Slowly, slowly, the writing creeps.
Finally filling up the page.
I’m done.

— ~ —

The reader sighs – sympathising,
Relating, delighting, wrangling.
Enthralled.

Ne’er do they suspect the battle
Between the writer and the words
The end.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo, 2019 – Day 21

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Other, Poetry by Sarah

On Repeat

A synchronicity poem has eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. It is written in the first person with a twist revealed within the last two stanzas

Seabirds sketch patterns through the sky.
The sand darkens with their shadows.
Silver.

I see grey clouds hold back sunshine
and wonder at their malleable
power.

Cottony fingers streak deftly
Painting shades of the coming day.
Promised.

Yet this optimism’s not shared.
I trudge wearily in today.
Empty.

My feet are stuck in yesterday.
In mud that was born from the storm.
My life.

Mundane thoughts swirl about my head.
Or are they snowflakes pretending
To be.

— ~ —

The gnarled branches of the trees catch
The plastic glittery pieces.
Again.

The child shakes their precious snow globe.
Not realising life’s on repeat
inside.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 20, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix – Lucky Dip

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Other, Poetry by Sarah

Magic Biscuits

Across the ground you fly.
B
ounding through life,
C
omes so easily to you.
D
aring to rely on wishes and
E
verything falls into place.
F
ree from responsibility and treated like
G
ods. It must be
H
eaven to be you.
I
would like to trade even
J
ust for a day. Your
K
ind must make some
L
ovely little
Magic biscuits to
Nestle so deeply into
O
ur lives.
P
laying for keeps you
Q
uietly establish your
R
eign of our houses and
S
leeping quarters.
T
aking time to
U
ndo the chains we
V
aliantly have placed around our hearts.
W
e stand no chance against your
X
enophile ways.
Y
ou are dog. You are family. You are
Z
eitgeist. Larger than life.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 19, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Skypath

The whispers of rocks echo in clinks and bangs. The stones chitter in reply, “Here she comes“. Blades of grass crackle underfoot. Dying. She doesn’t realise they are screaming, breathing their last, at the mercy of her boots. The hiking stick she leans on groans as it bears her weight, supporting her every step. It laments its cosy place nestled amongst the leaves and silently curses her for taking it so far from home. Its knotted eye imagines a ladder to take her skyward, towards the light she so desperately seeks. The voices of nature warn that it’s just an illusion, but the haze beckons her on.

Seek what light you will.
Heed the signs along the way.
Don’t give dreams away.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 17, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – Voices of Nature

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Trapped

I feel I have been frozen out.
No one to hear me scream and shout.

I am bound and I am caged.
Like an animal, enraged.

Time has lost all meaning.
My spirit has started screaming.

Will I lose my mind?
The ability to still be kind?

What use is there in going on?
Has all hope finally gone?

Have I now truly snapped?
No. Not really. I’m just trapped.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 15, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Another World

 

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Image credit Pobble365

The distant sun reflects
off the dull sphere.
Stagnant.
Lifeless.
It’s hard to believe
something so precious,
something so signficant,
was given up on.

Destroyed.

A single tear drops
on the dust below my feet.
From another world,
I capture a fleeting snapshot
of our lost Earth.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 12, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lightning Never Strikes Twice

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Image credit Pobble365

Did I come from the sky?
Like a bolt from furious thunderheads.

Did I come from the rain?
Pelting the expanse with lashings of tears.

Did I come from the thunder?
Rumbling and grumbling so low.

Did I come to strike?
Stinging you with electric light.

Did I mean to?
Don’t you know?

I have arrived.
Lightning never strikes twice.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 11, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Floating Citadel

Image credit Pobble365

Things that are serene.
Things that paint a playful scene.
Things not what they seem.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 9, 2019; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #248 – Serene and Scene

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Sunflower

Image credit Pobble 365

Save me, I’m lost.
Looking for sunshine
but counting up the cost.
Wasting so much time.

I’ve learned to love abuse.
My mistakes become regrets.
I’m not being obtuse,
just accustomed to losing bets.

I’ve been waiting for you,
as months and years go by.
Trying to start anew,
but still left questioning why.

Don’t let go.
I’ve wanted this far too long.
Starting now to grow,
I’ve learnt from what went wrong.

Stand tall. Reach for the sky.
I take back my power.
No more tears left to cry.
I am the sunflower.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 5, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge #47: “Show Me What I’m Looking For” by Carolina Liar

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Reshaping the World

Image credit Pobble 365

Reshape the world?
Can it even be done?
Unzip the land
and let it sink in.

Lone crusaders
try their best
to break the cycle.
But it’s too late.

Plastic chokes
the oceans.
The earth has
become a junkyard.

Farewell abundance.
Goodbye human decency.
Adieu society.
Ta-ta accountability.

Some may say
this is a sad ode indeed.
Alas, it is merely
our reality.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 4, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Mother Of Dragons

Image credit Pobble 365

Cradling gently,
She holds it near.
So fragile, fine-boned.
No need to fear.

With care of a mother
she raises from young
a firey juvenile
with sharpened tongue.

As she grows older
and more weak
An adult takes power
no longer meek.

Beneath the shadow
he now casts long
He is all alone
to learn right from wrong.

Her bones have long
settled in the dust
But memory holds on
with kindness and trust.

As ashes stain the
earthy ground,
New life springs forth –
The cycle goes ’round.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 3, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

On The Prowl

Image credit Pobble 365

Look sharp and pay mind.
Is the beast within without?
Start prowling in kind.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day Two; and also, Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #247 – kind and mind