Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Holding Pattern

Sarah W

Pressure builds behind eyes.
A dull throb echoes through both brain and breath.
The air tastes thick.
Each inhale scrapes the inside of my face.
Every exhale, is a slow retreat, sharpening the knives.

Light folds itself into something heavier.
I move carefully,
for my skull might splinter
with any sudden thought.
Sleep hovers, but never lands.
I am in a holding pattern.

Time drips by in spoonfuls
– of broth, medicine, and hope shaped like steam.
As they curl around my pain,
I yearn, for how it feels

to be clear again…

By Sarah © 2025

Author’s note: This little scribble is inspired by a recent (and terrible) sinus infection that took me down swiftly and kept me there for over two weeks.

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Never a Promise

Sarah W

My hand touches the surface of the water.
Mountains stand quiet beneath a wide, pale sky.
Birds pass overhead in long, broken lines.
The wind speaks, then forgets which language.
Grass bends, never questioning why.

A road unfolds.
I walk;
not knowing where it ends.

Stones remember footsteps long gone.
Limerence hums beneath my ribs – a presence, never a promise.

Light changes, sharp and soft, again and again.
No map exists.

Only this moment.
Only breath.
Only motion.

Time leans forward.
Listening.
Waiting.

But the world
continues.

Without permission
… or apology

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: limerence (91 words)

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Delicacy of Words

Sarah W

the delicacy of words
lies not in their flourish,
but in the silence between them

in curved whispers,
like steam from tea

in soft trembles,
of thoughts unfolded

in breath,
lingering on glass

and the weight,
of that unsaid


By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: delicacy (39 words)