W3 – By Sarah

Instructions On Not Giving Up

October 17, 2025October 17, 2025 Sarah W

The radio hums.
I’m caught between stations again.
Half-formed voices twist and fade.
I spin the dial, hoping for a clear channel.
A song, a word, any reason to tune in.
But white noise keeps swallowing the melody.

I’m in the static and keep searching for the signal.

Old thoughts surface, then go quiet.
The sky dims.
My hands grip the steering wheel.
And I keep on driving.
Towns slide by.
I barely slow to notice them.
No one looks up.
I pass in, then out.

I’m in the static and keep searching for the signal.

At last, one chord breaks through.
A song I used to love, before I forgot to.
I pull over.
Let it play.
I close my eyes and…for a moment,
I almost hear myself again.

I’m in the static and keep searching for the signal.

W3 Prompt #181: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Love (in 5 movements)

October 4, 2025October 5, 2025 Sarah W

Sparks.
Eyes meet.
‘Worlds quietly collide.

Roots.
Hold tight.
Weathering each storm.

Enough.
Is it?
Can’t I bloom?

Look.
I’m here.
You still leave.

Life
cannot steal,
what time keeps.

W3 Prompt #179: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Dectina Refrain, Poetry by Sarah

Dawn’s Tide

June 28, 2024 Sarah W

waves
under
sunrise skies
reflecting moods
in orange and grey
these brooding clouds contrast
the tranquility of dawn
against water’s dynamic beat
I inhale and catch salt on my tongue
waves under sunrise skies reflecting moods

W3 Prompt #113:
Wea’ve Written Weekly

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Beauty of Night

June 21, 2024 Sarah W

When daylight’s warm palette fades to cool indigo, the evening pulls the sun down, and dons its cloak of black.

And the world whispers, Hush. Hush.

Embrace the night, this different guise. Where overhead, stars twinkle their shimmering light. Ethereal patterns are viewed from below. The enchantress, gentle moon, casts her silvery path across the Earth.

luminary storytellers
weave heroes and myths
in boundless expanse

Familiar landscapes retreat into mysterious chiaroscuro, where every contour and edge is softened by the veil of darkness. They dance, and time slows. A tranquil pace; the beauty of night unfolds in a symphony of onomatopoeic murmurs. Each sound, a brushstroke, painting a serene landscape amidst the sleeping world.

Yet, within this profound stillness, one finds a tapestry; cool touch of earth, scent of dew, chirping crickets, punctuating air.

endless abyss of wonder
contemplating dreams

Time itself seems suspended, as if the night exists in a perpetual moment of quiet introspection. Awakening; evoking nostalgia and longing. A reminder of the fleeting nature of all things exquisite, and urging us to cherish each moment under the canopy of stars.

a timeless ode
captivating allure
in nocturnal world

W3 Prompt #112:
Wea’ve Written Weekly

Poetics at dVerse with image credit to Catrin Welz-Stein. If you’d like to learn more about her work, go to https://catrinwelzstein.com

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

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May 2, 2024May 2, 2024 Sarah W

Fingers drag wispy clouds across the sky,
covering the moon yet still a sliver.

Regardless, light seeps;
exposing cracks and skirting
a sleepy landscape.

My footprints impress the sand,
leaving a temporary story of who I am.

Then I enter the sea,
belonging to no one…

W3 Prompt #105:
Wea’ve Written Weekly