Cee’s CFFC: Fairly modern homes or apartments
Monochrome Monday – 7.10.24
You and me
You
and me.
A window
between our palms.
Cold; our fingertips
belying warmth of touch.
In your eyes… me, in mine… you.
But you are outside and I’m here.
And this morning, I have locked the door.
You and me. A window between our palms.
By Sarah ©2024
W3 Prompt #127:
Wea’ve Written Weekly
Sunday Stills – 6.10.24
Caught Between
Lips whet.
Catch breath.
On the shadows,
of lashes fluttering,
dreams unfold.
Fire dances
around glimpses of truth,
revealed
…lying in the ashes.
Heartbeat,
jumping.
The unknown,
an unspoken longing;
echoing like a plague.
And in a bed of silence,
these secret thoughts linger
…until dawn breaks
when they are lost
to the light.
By Sarah ©2024
The Sunday Whirl:
Worlde 673
Author’s Note: In this poem, I have tried to explore the fleeting nature of REM dreams that provoke deep insights but disappear upon waking.
Reprieve
Under smiles, where sorrow lies.
whispering its heavy sighs;
heart once bold wears different guise.
stumbled… ‘though not quite felled.
In loss, we find what’s true and real.
A deeper strength, a newfound steel.
For every wound, a chance to heal.
Defeat’s no end, just a reprieve…
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – defeat
Wordless Wednesday – 2.10.24
Gone Barn-y
haiku 1.10
Monochrome Monday – 30.9.24
Sunday Stills – 29.9.24
Sunday Stills: World of weird, wild and oddballs
Divisional
In this world, numbers twirl and play,
as we calculate moments in every day.
Addition brings joy,
with friends around.
Subtracting worries,
peace is found.
Multiplying hopes,
lets dreams expand.
Dividing burdens,
takes them in hand.
Each sum, each difference
each multiple, each part.
Fractions of time,
piecing life’s art.
Together the maths
weaves a tapestry bright.
For in these formulas,
we discover the light.
As we calculate moments in every day,
let the numbers twirl… a continuum of play…
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #383 – calculate (80 words)
Worn
I
had worn
them really,
about the same.
With each step forward,
smile…frown…I felt the blame.
These memories lingering,
leaving a crack, I doubted if
…I should ever come back. Smile and frown.
I had worn them really, about the same.
By Sarah ©2024
W3 Prompt #126:
Wea’ve Written Weekly
*I used the following lines from Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.
'Had worn them really about the same'
'I doubted if I should ever come back'
Where It’s At
I’m starting at the beginning.
Or is it…maybe, the ending?
Regardless, the middle? Pending.
I’m not sure where they’re at!
When the end’s a fresh start,
but the orders don’t know parts,
the guts they feel less smart
…and can’t know where they’re at!
I’m going ’round in circles,
feeling like I’m hurkle-durkle.
My face is turning purple,
never knowing where I’m at!
For every new beginning
stems from prior innings ending,
Is it time to cut the trimmings?
And determine that is that…
By Sarah ©2024
Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – beginning
By Sarah 