A/N: Somehow this originally free verse turned into a sonnet… guess I just looove structure 😄
My favourite flower is the simple rose,
And isn’t that dreadfully boring?
How ordinary isn’t it, to pick a rose?
When you in the rainforest could go exploring?
But I just love the rose, it cannot be helped,
It’s beauty is just so very simple,
So I stand here now, and I proudly state,
That yes, sir, the rose is my symbol.
So sweet a scent if you handle with care,
Though blood will flow if you do not.
There’s a reason the rose is a symbol of love,
Though I can still feel you call it boring in your thoughts.
But if the rose is so ordinary, so let it be,
But for me; complex beauty is all that I can see.
If I fall asleep now I can get seven hours.
Except I need to get up, because I think I let the stove on.
If I fall asleep now I can get six hours.
Except I’m thinking of all the things I’ve got to do tomorrow.
If I fall asleep now I can get five hours.
Except I’m thinking about all the things I didn’t do today.
If I fall asleep now I can get four hours.
The ticking of the alarm clock is driving me insane.
If I fall asleep now I can get three hours.
I have that big project due next week. I’m not even halfway done.
If I fall asleep now I can get two hours.
How am I ever going to work on two hours of sleep?
If I fall asleep now I can get one hour.
One hour. Surely I can’t work on that.
I’m supposed to get up now.
I call in sick.
First day of a new job.
And my insides are tightening.
Like a wind-up clock.
Ready for release.
A/N: Tried my hands at micro poetry (inspired by Sarah Doughty) and it turned out about twice as long as planned. Oh, well 🙂 Let me know what you think
With a desire
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A/N: Another short poem, but I am however working on a longer piece (cirka 15 pages), if anyone prefers my short stories.
Time to study.
Time to stress.
Time to work.
To get success.
Time to worry.
Time to drink.
Time to forget.
No time to think.
Time to regret.
Time to doubt.
Now time for love.
But time ran out.
A/N: Another Sarah Doughty poem – do you guys agree with it or not? 🙂
If you dare
© Sarah Doughty
A/N: Wednesday poem by Sarah Doughty. In my mind, it’s the story of a tough break-up. What do you guys think? 🙂
I was born in limbo,
a purgatory of
but over time,
it into paradise.
© Sarah Doughty