Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Life On Corners

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The square was full
Of people that day.
Air pulsed with music
Of the band as they played.

It was a string quartet,
minus a bow.
Instead in its place, 
a young voice flowed.

They felt the music,
Tapping their feet.
Keeping the rhythm,
And feeling the beat.

As people walked past,
They showed their pleasure.
Dropping loose change,
To form the band’s treasure.

Without our buskers,
Our street performers,
What life would there be
Upon each corner?


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 32

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Best Trip Ever


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The couple loaded up on snacks, paid for their fuel, and giggled together as they wandered back to their combi van.

This was going to be the best trip ever – they just knew it.

Too bad they didn’t see the masked man who’d crawled into the back…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales, Week 80

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Lost


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The crowds were overwhelming. Glaring white floors echoed their multitude of footsteps – not just from the ground level, but also the floors above. I looked up, feeling dizzy as I gazed at the raked ceiling. The pitch of the roof seemed to move and sway around me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to focus.

She had to be around here somewhere!

I completed another circuit, trying to see her familiar form. Trouble was, I couldn’t remember what she was wearing that day. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere baby girl!”

“Mummy!” I cried, throwing myself into her arms.

She had found me.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 31; Daily Post Daily Prompt, glaring

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Eureka


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If the stairs seemed never ending on the way up, they seemed even more so on the way down – his legs felt like jelly.

Even though he knew he would come in dead last, he felt enormously proud of himself for climbing the 88 levels and 1642 steps.

And after all, it was for a good cause and raising much needed funds for two charities.


By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 78

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Cycling and Sailing


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Racing each other; peddling furiously along the pier, the couple laughed as they felt the wind in their faces and heard the waves crashing below.

As end of the pier loomed closer the man, intent on carrying out his plan, instructed his wife, “On the count of three, slam on the brakes! 1, 2, 3…”

His mouth formed a surprised ‘O’ as he went sailing over the handlebars, realising too late, she’d cut his brakes too.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 75

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The Sleepover

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It was the night of the Grade 2 Sleepover at the school and the teachers had been instructed to push all the classroom furniture aside.

As the first parents and students arrived, the principal soon realised her mistake.

The teachers had pushed the furniture aside alright – but she had forgotten to remind them it was to let the kids in, not keep them out!

By Sarah ©2017


Author’s note:  I am literally at a Grade Two Sleepover now…please go to sleep little ones! 

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 74

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Bright Side


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He hung his head in shame, feeling disappointed he had missed the winning goal – all due to the sun shining in his eyes as he’d made the deciding penalty kick.

The other players had left the field; the winning team whooping and cheering; his teammates tutting and casting him dirty looks.

As he stood alone, the same offending sunlight caught the shine of a $2 coin on the grass near his feet, and he thought to himself, At least I’ve had one win today.


By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 73