Before I present tonight’s contribution to the dVerse prompt, I just want to state that this poem is fiction. I know a lot of poets write from their own lives, but as a fiction writer who desires to be a poet, a lot of my poetry involving people is made up. I don’t think the emotions are or the experiences, but they aren’t mine. Thank you. πŸ™‚

Also, I half read the instruction so I wrote the poem, went back and read the instructions again, because lately my brain is a sieve, and I probably could have done a better job with the prompt. πŸ™


They say: absence

makes the heart

grow free

but they also say

actions speak

without hesitation.

So when you leave

your face mottled

anger spilling,


like dry red wine

time ticking,


I curl, balled in the corner

a lost mourner

at my own funeral

waiting for my heart

to miss you.

Fear cowers, time empowers

words don’t matter

heart in tatters.

I pack the truck

to overflowing

shift gears knowing

my heart seeds weeds

my actions speak proudly




Sascha Darlington

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28 replies »

  1. Poetry can be fictional. Idk why people assume it must be true. Then again, I’ve known those who insist my romance novel characters have to be based on myself. πŸ™„

    • Yes. I’ve had comments treating my work as though it is non-fiction, and while I appreciate the comments and that someone took the time, my life is ever-so-boring, nothing like what I write about. πŸ™‚
      Thank you! πŸ™‚

  2. A very impressive piece of work, Sascha, and for me, it builds on itself with the image layers to a great finale. Also, irrelevantly, for me, poetry is where you can tell the absolute truth about yourself without anyone knowing.

    • meaning that you’re always spacing out with different ladies in different galaxies? And on Australian beaches with wood ducks and coffee with a pinot grigio thrown in intermittently? πŸ˜‰
      Thank you, Steve!

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