Six Seconds

Sitting still
on a cold steel stool,
she begs, weeps
and hold her husband’s hand,
for one more second.

Endearing,
exquisite enchanter,
ends her adorable first cry
marking her life’s
very first second.

Captured candid
cheesy charade,
of a man kneeling for
a woman’s hand,
changed by a sudden
death in a second.

Old oak observes
ordeals, orbits of
earth’s occupants.
Seasons to season,
each and every second.

Nervous nerves
not needed.
She shakes them off,
as she owns the stage—
she dreamed all her life,
in just a few seconds.

Sorry, seconds could
not be stolen nor saved.
So snag, snap, smack
sing, spin, swing,stay,
every single second.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

P.S. I am not so sure if this fits as a cubist poem. But there you go. 🙂
In response to dVerse‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) his own cubist poem about the arrangement of feathers!❤

dverse

For today I would like you to:

Select a simple object, or a common concept
Write several poems where you look at the object from different perspective. This perspective could be anything (poets have so much freedom than painters) such as being placed in a small narrative, at different part of the day or at different seasons.
Order your small poems in an order where you while striving to create contrasts and keeping the coherence of a complete poem.

Fleeting

PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”.

But last night was the worst argument that we had.

For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.

I am sipping my fourth cup of black coffee, still to pacify my rage, when the phone rings.

“W-w-wait! What?”

“Heart attack?!”

“W-w-w-hen!!!

“Dead!? Are you kidding me!!!

“H-h-how!!!

Stunned. Shocked.

No.

This can’t be.

Time is fleeting, I should have said goodbye this morning.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sandra Crook


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:

Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog

NOTE: Seconds was ORIGINALLY written by Sheridan Johnson and originally posted in her wonderful blog Journey with the Johnsons last December 09, 2015. All copyright belongs to her.

Close your eyes and imagine

how many seconds are in 24 hours.

How many seconds that you have,

each and every given day.

What if I told you that you have

exactly 86,400 seconds, in one day?

Would that somehow change your perspective?

Or make you somehow question yourself

as to why you have wasted so much of it?

So many of us are always wanting more time.

More time to spend with our loved ones,

more time to spend at the gym,

or just simply wanting more time

in the morning to get ready for work.

Now open your eyes.

If you could spend 86,400 seconds

doing whatever you wanted to do,

how would you spend it?


DAY 9 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the wonderful responses for my ‘Seconds’ prompt for Writing 101’s Day 04.

I have read a lot of wonderful poems, kudos classmates, but this one’s my favorite.

It is because my main goal for the prompt is for me, for us, to realize how important seconds are. And I believe Sheridan conveyed it wonderfully and powerfully. 🙂

~

Hidden Seconds

Sitting still

in a steel stool,

she begs, weeps

for one more second.

Endearing,

exquisite enchanter,

ends first cry on

her life’s first second.

Captured candid

cheesy charade,

changed by sudden

death in a second.

Old oak observes

ordeals, orbits of

earth’s occupants’

every second’s beat.

Nervous nerves

never needed,

not in a stage

she owns for one second.

Dream desired

delivers disappointment

deserves encouragement

for just one more second.

Sorry, seconds could

not be stolen, saved so

snag, snap, smack

sing, spin, swing,

stay…

every single second.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Magic4walls


In response to Writing 101:

Day 4: Seconds by @rosemawrites 

(Yep that’s me! :D)

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

~