Finding Poetry, a haibun #dVerse

Written for Monday night’s haibun at dVerse.


Finding Poetry

Regarding poetry writing, I am a late bloomer. Fiction ruled my heart and mind although I loved words and rhythm and sound. Poetry was like a mystical voice, too enigmatic to undertake until I found poetry by Neruda, Mary Oliver, and Jane Kenyon, such different voices whispering to me, yet each echoing a love of words. Beautiful, hungry words. Continue reading


To Understand


Written for dVerse, Threads of Feelings

To Understand

Certain days breed “what-if” thoughts

Gray, cold days locked inside, (k)not days

hot blood pumping days, no hiding the phrase

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I believe

you believe

yourself holy

going to church


on Sundays

piously righteous

and then

you display

“Guns don’t kill”

on your feed


smile in place.

If hell exists,

faces of the pious

holding guns

protecting guns

advocating guns

line its walls.

“When will they ever learn?


When will they ever learn?”



Sascha Darlington

Shrouded Sun

Shrouded Sun


I cried as he spoke

of his little girl

of how a parent

should never bury a child

of how instead of girlish giggles

there’s cold silence

grayness on golden days

a single ubiquitous cloud

shrouding his sun.

How can one remain unmoved

knowing dreams, futures

smiles, songs, singing

laughter, weddings, babies–died?

Hearts cannot be mended with gauze.

Ice dwells where warmth was.



Sascha Darlington

submitted to dVerse open link.




Autumn Sunset #amwriting #dVerse

I have not been part of the dVerse universe for a bit, but was thrilled to see this “prompt” and the beautiful pictures shared by Sharon Knight at sunearthsky, each of which could easily produce a poem. And the ones she’s inspired!

I selected the following picture, which spoke to me–because, yes, inanimate objects DO speak to me. 😉



© Sharon Knight

Please visit her website to see more of her stunning photographs. Continue reading

Stalker #amwriting #novembernotes

For November Notes, Possession by Sarah McLachlan.



Steal my hand


with me

hear symphonies


I am everything

don’t discard


you’re my life

my blood pulsing

you’re my obsession

my possession

hear my confession

you see me

as the darkness

I’m your savior

who understands


I do


©Sascha Darlington