Tag: Writing Prompt

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Instructions On Not Giving Up

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.

By Sarah © 2025

W3 Prompt #181: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Deciduous

Sarah W

a time for introspection
a time for letting go
a time to embrace change
a time to slow

personal transformation
embodies wisdom not knowledge

when abundance can fall
and we relish the foggage

autumn is more the season of the soul
… than of nature

By Sarah © 2025

W3 Prompt #177: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Endless Blue

Sarah W

The sky is lonely today.
A stretch of endless blue
without a voice.

No clouds drifting
to break the silence.
No birds to sketch
their zig-zag paths.

It is the kind of blue
that does not comfort.
Wide and watching.

It presses down.
Too perfect.
Too vast.

The sun a distant symbol
doing little to offer warmth.
Spilling light like someone
who has already left.

Below, the earth fidgets.

Leaves curl.
Shadows pace.
Waiting for something
to interrupt a sky
with nothing to hold in it

…except unspoken longing

By Sarah © 2025

W3 Prompt #175:Wea’ve Written Weekly

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

Ovi, Poetry by Sarah

Buried

Sarah W

Value lies, not in gold nor gem.
But in the quiet depths of them,
who see you amidst the mayhem.
And stay… no matter the what.

It’s in the laughter, shared as one.
The will to rise, when hope is gone.
The words so healing, deep and strong.
The promise of a friend.

Yes, treasure’s not a thing you hold.
It’s found in moments soft, yet bold.
In love that’s true, a heart of gold.
And one who cares and knows…

By Sarah ©2024

Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – treasure

Ovi, Poetry by Sarah

Chased

Sarah W

In a garden of sorrow,
I plant seeds in tomorrow.
Watching winds of time borrowed,
and finding peace in its embrace.

Not all roads are high.
Not all dreams will fly.
But still, we try
no acceptance in the chase…

By Sarah ©2024

Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – acceptance

Other, Poetry by Sarah
Sarah W

Truly bound, this path is set.
Endlessly connected, by a thread.
Time and space, are intertwined,
Holding firm, not left behind.
Every movement felt; this pulls.
Rooted deep, forces unfulfilled.
Emotions tether, hearts entwine.
Destiny. This link’s defined…

By Sarah ©2024

W3 Prompt #134:
Wea’ve Written Weekly

13 Days of Samhain, Challenges by Sarah, Poetry by Sarah, Sammi Scribbles, Tanka

Remembrance

Sarah W

In shadows deep where memories sleep.
And nightly whispered dreams steep,
Dearly departed, secrets keep.
But hearts do remember…

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain – Day 13

and also;

Ronovan Writes: Ovi Challenge – dreams

Ovi, Poetry by Sarah

Fading

Sarah W

Something has left my life
and it’s causing strife.
Something’s in me, despite…
your words.

Didn’t you see me?
Didn’t you hear me?
Didn’t you feel me?
I was standing, right there.

Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
And now you’ve turned off the light…

By Sarah ©2024

Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – empty

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Verde-go

Sarah W

the Italian word for green is ‘verde’

… and I wonder, is this the etymological basis of the word vertigo?

I feel this very sensation
as leaves swirl around me,
breaking free from ancient limbs;
and land on moss-covered ground

la luce, the light, beckons me forward
illuminating my pathway out of the forest

yet I trust it not

the trickery that I’ll make it,
too great a risk

instead, I return for la mia bussola, my compass

and navigate my way back into the shadows…

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #385 – vertigo (85 words)

W3 Prompt #128:
Wea’ve Written Weekly

Ovi, Poetry by Sarah

Seasoned

Sarah W

Kitchen’s secret recipes penned.
Cinnamon whispers, nutmeg blends.
Cumin warms, but chilli contends,
…these flavours dance and pop.

Ginger zests and garlic bites.
Basil leaf is a delight.
Thyme embraces rosemary’s might.
…in each bite they hold their own.

Paprika glows and turmeric’s gold,
Cardamom’s power, can’t be sold.
Saffron threads through dishes bold,
…this spice-world lifts tastes high!

By Sarah ©2024

Ronovan Writes:
Ovi Poetry Challenge – spice