November Notes, Dancing Girl

Yes, I’m very aware that it’s no longer November, but, you know, I really, really wanted to participate in November Notes but that novel writing thing that will go nameless pretty much took up my life.

So, if you don’t mind, and the hosts don’t mind, I’d still like to play. This is for “The Girl from Ipanema.” Continue reading

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TLC

This was written for dVerse, secret ingredient.

cookies

 

TLC

Christmas in the kitchen

flour integral décor

wide eyed children

“helping” to pour

a touch of this Continue reading

Passages

This is written for dVerse.

Passages

When did the key turn, opening the door, baring expectations, dreams, memories, unfulfilled, like a hope chest barren? The spoils of living, she possesses none. On sunshiny days, life glittering gold, laughter spilling, she wanders, an uneasy adult-child, how, how did it slip away?

Sascha Darlington

November Notes, Day 1, Solitary Writer

Thanks to Sarah Doughty and Dipendra Tamang for bringing us the third year of November Notes. I love writing poems inspired by their song choice.

The first song is “For This You Were Born” by UNSECRET Feat. Fleurie.

 

Solitary Writer

On the inside, looking out, on the tower looking around

at all the pleased people pursuing normality Continue reading

Hush

Written for dVerse

I missed the deadline for “Once upon a” so here it is for open link. Thanks. 🙂

 

Hush

Once upon a night

as meteors soared

illuminating obscurity

we understood fragility

each sacred breath

woven in cold white

a breath never to breathe again.

 

Lilac orchids in snow;

cacti in swamp.

 

I gathered the annuals in pots

before the freeze

upset by their death

although it never bothered before.

The early darkness seizes

me, portending winter snow

days wrapped in cold midnight

grayness, slate skies,

solitary tempest suggestions

of sleep, bitter sleep.

 

end

OctPoWriMo Day 11, She Fell Through the Cracks

I am behind (hahaha, so what else is new?), but I will catch up!!!!

She Fell Through the Cracks

I lost myself in happiness until it died. Upon awakening, perspective altered. My soul ached. Where am I? What happened to the young woman I was?

Time transported me into a dire desert of aged pain.

My choice wavers between fighting and submerging.

My claws extend.

 

Sascha Darlington