Other, Poetry by Sarah

Moon After Fading

Sarah W

chase the sun
chase the moon
moon at playtime
moon at noon
noon in shadow
noon in rain
rain on rooftop
rain on pane
pane casts shadows
pane casts light
light the fire
light the night
night too frantic
night too still
stilling breath
stilling will
will the thought
will the sorrow
sorrow past
sorrow’s tomorrow
tomorrow’s doubts
tomorrow’s dreams
dreams of wishes
dreams of these
these – longings
these – tears
tears in colour
tears in years
years that frame
years that leave
leave behind
leaving “me”
me the ticking
me the tock
tock and ticking
tocking clock
clock the silence
clock the tune
tune the narrative
tune the truth
truth on record
truth on page
page in motion
page will stay
stay the wonder
stay the fade
fading memories
fading frayed
frayed
memories

By Sarah © 2025

W3 Prompt #174:Wea’ve Written Weekly

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Unfurled Blue

Sarah W

A quiet wind
lifts the edge of morning.
Light spills across the sea
and the sky forgets itself in still water.

A question curls.
A navy hush with cobalt ache.
The cold hum before thought arrives.

The horizon doesn’t move.
It’s breath held,
waiting for the word.

Somewhere,
a sail leans
into the unknown;
unfurled blue.

By Sarah © 2025

W3 Prompt #173:Wea’ve Written Weekly

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Slipfast

Sarah W

I am slipfast.
But not from fear
– from longing.

I yearn to vanish.
Not gone, just unseen.
To walk through the world,
a ghost.

No need to be known.
Just a breath in a room.
A shadow in the crowd.
My eyes opened like windows,
un-shuttered in a storm.

Full of watching.
Listening, without leaning in.
Witnessing, without needing to reply.
To become the silence
between others’ sentences.

Slip –
a quiet motion,
a soft exit
from the need to perform.

Fast —
not hastened,
but shielded.

A sanctuary built
of absence.

A calm,
hidden in the act
of never quite arriving.

Leaving the world as it is.
When no one is looking…

By Sarah © 2025

*meaning: Slipfast (adj.)

W3 Prompt #172:Wea’ve Written Weekly

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Stilled

Sarah W

I watch
through windows
blank with motion.

A child dropping a glove
on the footpath
– that only I noticed.

Trees bending
slightly eastward,
to the quiet rule
of the breeze;
obedient.

And a dog
pulling on lead;
who’s not.

The sun
just present,
unfelt against skin
trapped inside.

Somewhere,
coffee cools
in a chipped mug.

And time folds gently
into the audacity
of the next
unremarkable hour

…as I wait for a call,
I didn’t know
I was expecting.

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: audacity (79 words)

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Succulence

Sarah W

Sizzling steam
slips skyward.

Spices scatter.

Skillets sing.

Sauces simmer
silently.

Spoons scrape
surfaces.

Sibilant sears
speak secrets.

Seasoned senses
smoke savory.

Scents swell,
sapor shifts.

Stir.

Slice.

Sift.

Swirl.

Soul-food sustenance
certainly

…satisfies

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: sibilant (35 words*)

*including title