Dove Love, NaPoWriMo Day 19

Yep. I’ve probably missed 17 days. But you know I love ketchup.

mourning dove

©Sascha Darlington

Dove Love

The male mourning dove coos his evocative song

his neck widens, his tiny pink feet dance Continue reading


Lost, NaPoWriMo Day 2


I once knew who I was

sometimes adrift

but confident

I could always read a map

to direct myself to peace. Continue reading

It’s Weekend! #weekendcoffeeshare

Topics mentioned in this post: Mouse, Exchange Student, Novel writing, AtoZ challenge, NaPoWriMo, Camp NaNoWriMo

novelist fuel mug

So, yes, I am jumping the gun, a tad, but it’s Friday afternoon which equates to WEEKEND!!!, and I am actually drinking coffee, which at 4:30 pm is probably not one of my wisest moves, but, hey, ya gotta live dangerously once in a while! 😜

We’re in the last week of March, which is just baffling to me. How did we get here? Where did January, February, and March go? (Did I hibernate? Although my blog posts would suggest I did not.) Does this mean the warmer months may go a bit more slowly? One can hope, but I suspect it ain’t gonna happen. Continue reading

But It’s Friday Night!

I’m lacquered

but he’s knackered

long week, he’s talking backward.

It’s a hazard

of married bad word

I’m cringing over fractured

phrasing, he’s snoring

I’m exploring

ways of touring

tropical beaches

eating peaches

thinking Eliot

he’s more likely to Shelly it

But he’s asleep

counting sheep

I could weep

But damn there’s Netflix

put my hair in clips

watch a show about paramedics

sigh, fall asleep listening to Hendrix.


end 4/28/2017

S. Darlington

Quilt #amwriting


My mother has a quilt

made by hands

gnarled yet able

for a lost brother

I barely knew.

On sick days

she’d wrap me in the quilt

tell me the blanket

was love

to keep me warm

and safe

each square of fabric

something of his

sewn together

bound by thread

like family threads

even death

can’t break.

end 4/27/2017

S. Darlington

She Doesn’t Understand You Don’t Believe in Gray– Day 25 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

She Doesn’t Understand You Don’t Believe in Gray

The relentless search for meaning buried between phrases. She reinterprets your words seeking ones which mean “I love you.”



S. Darlington

#November Notes, Day 18, Song Prompt: Meaning by Gavin Degraw

Word Prompt as Creation Story– Day 19 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

Day 19 Writing Prompt: And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always!). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a creation myth. It doesn’t have to be an existing creation myth, or even recount how all of creation came to be. It could be, for example, your own take on the creation of ball-point pens, or the discovery of knitting. Your myth can be as big or small as you would like, as serious or silly as you make it.

Word Prompt as Creation Story

From a word prompt, an idea births, inviting phrases

joining sentences, combined into lines or paragraphs

until fragments fuse, a story shaped, mushroomed

from a single word, startling the author who never

imagined the consequence of that word in his brain.

end 4/19/2017

S. Darlington

Clearly Unclearly– Day 18 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

Clearly Unclearly

You see clearly: black and white, no grays, no opaques. You speak clearly: this and that, no ifs, whens, maybes. You dance seldom and always as if someone watches.

Once you quelled my laughter, inhibited my dancing, told me ideas were black and white, the world colorless.

Because I thought I loved you I tried on a colorless world; it didn’t look good on me.

Laughter, dancing, color returned and although you’re long gone, I have you to thank for shrinking my world just long enough to reaffirm and see clearly unclearly.

end 4/18/2017

S. Darlington