Poetry

Sundown

“I breathed a sigh of relief for the coming night,
and I knew the world would live to see another day.”

Watching the sun fall behind the trees, I breathed a sigh of relief for the coming night. The air around me stilled with the anticipation of darkness, and I knew the world would live to see another day.


I remember this day like it was yesterday. The day the world stood still and watched as two buildings fell and thousands of lives were lost. I was numb, shocked, and felt the weight of it all on my shoulders. I will never forget that day and how it changed everything.

© Sarah Doughty

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Poetry

Hope

Not everything is black and white.
For even the eclipsed moon
is not without a little light.

There is always room for a little hope.

© Sarah Doughty

This was written as part of a larger collaborative effort between myself and some very talented writers. Read the full piece, here.

Poetry

Maybe Isn’t Enough

I felt like I waited my whole life for you.
So why does it feel like I’ve wasted my time?

Maybe it was just a dream, and I wanted you to fill it. Maybe it was a fantasy, and you fit the description. Or maybe you were supposed to be the one, but somewhere along the way, you were the one that changed.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem

The following is a collaborative effort by myself and eight other writers. It’s always a pleasure to bring our minds together. Enjoy!

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)

Breathe deep, dear love;
Be still with me
Listen to my heartstrings
A song meant just for you (KMA)

Each tear
An eloquent elegy
To tortured truths (AP)

Each note played
On a hand carved lute
Strung with strips
Of my soul (JWL)

Your breathless aura
Beats in time
Undulating ululation
With my exhaled psyche (AP)

Intertwined, tangled,
Unified: whole
Healed. (JWL)

Yet with hearts torn open
Bleeding out the notes of our song
You turned from me (ME)

I am fire
Drowning
In desire
Weep
I beg
Save me (1W-W)

Fetch me an instrument,
For the untrained ear
Is soothed by that
Which it cannot comprehend. (LEL)

Not everything is black and white.
For even the eclipsed moon
Is not without a little light. (SD)

Whispers through the distance
I remember
As you reach for my hand
my heart (CER)

Our words
Still
Bleeding
Drip like fire
Into embers
Wanting back
Their flame. (SFF)

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)


Written by:

1Wise-Woman

Kindra M. Austin

Sarah Doughty

Michael Erickson

Stephen F. Fuller

John W. Leys

Lois E. Linkens

Aurora Phoenix

Christine E. Ray

 

Source: Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem

Poetry

Body Language

Never assume her silence is consent.

Sometimes women learn the hard way of what it means to freeze in the face of danger. It’s a learned habit, sometimes even when no danger is present. Body language can speak a thousand words. There is a difference between consent and vacancy. Never assume her silence is consent.

© Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Monsters

Can you see me, darling,
hiding behind your crystalline reflection?

Do you know how you torment me? How you cut me down at the knees? But the most important question is: Do you even care?

Sometimes the worst monsters hide in pretty skin.

© Sarah Doughty