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

 

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OctPoWriMo Day 7, Dear Writer

Dear Writer,

 

Practice everyday

even when words evade

Let them rise from you

your heart, your soul, your brain

Take risks, pour out despair

Care to create your truth

for there’s no one else who can

Write about what matters to you

for your passion will show

Write about what you know

and what you don’t

Play in the land of make-believe

Create worlds you wish to visit

make them vividly real on paper.

 

But mostly dear writer,

Listen to criticism, take what’s true

but never let it own you

so you never write again.

The same for rejections.

Don’t reject yourself.

Dream daily

Be sensitive

But never ever quit.

 

Signed, Someone Just Like You

 

Sascha Darlington

OctPoWriMo Day #3, Specter

Specter

lost in the past, some halcyon, sepia-tinged fantasy days, cherub cheeked, chuckling, she felt lovable

now her life’s vintage, alone every move, love’s fleeting, mind dance of memories

his love cavorts away

 

Sascha Darlington

OctPoWriMo Day 2, Half-Good

I’ve done some introspection about my writing, wondering if I’m just putting enough effort in to get by and not enough to be good. Do you ever feel that way? But what does it take to be good? You possess all of the tools, but what else is there? I think I am trying to sort through that in my poem. Thanks for reading.

Image borrowed from the OctPoWriMo 2018 website

Half-Good

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OctPoWriMo Day 1–Surrender

It’s the October Poetry Writing Month! Let’s see how many poems I can manage to write this month! (There was a little sarcasm in that line, but if you didn’t notice, don’t worry. 🙂 )

Living in Virginia, I try to keep my feeder up for the northern batch of hummers migrating to the Caribbean (lucky them) or wherever it is they winter. As tiny as they are, it’s amazing to realize that they don’t fly in a flock but make the migration entirely on their own, flying low during the day to see flowers or feeders and then resting overnight. Bon voyage until next year, my tiny feathered friends!

hummingbird summer

©Sascha Darlington

 

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This Harbor

Update: Posted the wrong url. I was really not supposed to share this. 😀

Do you believe in cosmic intervention? Okay, I admit it. I am sometimes overly superstitious, believe in signs that may or may not be there. And I wonder what it means when I look at a clock three days it a row in the afternoon and it reads 2:34. It’s got to mean something, right? Or maybe my subconscious is at work and it compels. That’s not quite as dramatic though, is it?

So what does this have to do with anything? I wrote this piece last night and then the lights went out, literally. Which, of course, meant my wifi went out and, bingo, no internet so I couldn’t post the piece. Did that mean the poetry was so bad that the gods were intervening? Did that mean I needed to rethink? Well, let’s find out. Because I’m about to post it and if the lights don’t go out….

This was written for dVerse.

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