Bonds Unravel #amwriting

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Daylily Nightmare

Bonds Unravel

My lace wool knots with a mere glance

leaving me to unravel bonds

as life does by my inattention.

Sascha Darlington


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

Gone #NaPoWriMo #amwriting


I dreamed of you planning for next year, a dream of chaos and darkness, but you stood firm, your dark eyes laughed, your voice kindled with throaty joy, but when my eyes opened you were still gone and my thoughts circled: if only.

end 4/20/2017

S. Darlington

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

meditation on quiet night–Day 17 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

NaPoWriMo Day 17And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?


meditation on quiet night

The jolt of suburban late afternoon evolves into

the orange gold line demarking

day from night like lamplight

under a closed door.

Evening sounds settle slowly

the robin’s last remark vibrating

as the moon ascends coolly silver.

I watch the fluttery wings of the bat,

movements as erratic as its feast;

the barred owl calls plaintively

a brief sojurn before northward winging.

Meditatively moments resting

the embrace of darkness and illumination

of sequential concepts in stillness


end 4/17/2017

S. Darlington

in dreams i walk alone–Day 16 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

in dreams i walk alone

Mornings when climbing from bed felt literal, the day ahead, a craggy mountain. The hike did not change; it did not grow easier, but understanding crept in, a gray whiskered intruder, stalking shadows, pointing at mortality with a boney finger.

end 4/16/2017

S. Darlington

Don’t Be Cranky — Day 15 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

Don’t Be Cranky, Do The Hanky-Panky


He turned cranky

Life more than half done

(if you live to 100)

And I want to say “no”

It could all end tomorrow

Or today what’s so special

About tomorrow anyway?

Live life right now,

Pet your dog (or cat)

Kiss your kid

Or your spouse

Maybe even both

Hug your friends

Smell the freaking rose

Skip on your toes

Guffaw through your nose

Laugh at yourself

Laugh at me, I don’t care

Put it all out there


(not naked you could get arrested for that)

Listen to the songs nature’s playing

Put down the cell or the tablet

Remove the earbuds

Be present

Don’t be afraid

To laugh

To love

To cry

To tell what’s in your heart

It’s a start

To live today

“cause everything little thing’s

gonna be okay”


end 4/15/2017

S. Darlington