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. 🙂

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. 😦


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. 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.

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