Sunday, July 29, 2012
The One That Got Away
It was, an un-baited hook,
thrown in carelessly;
a practice cast, meant
only, to be pulled back in -
then - tossed back out.
My heart and mind
free from expectation.
Experience my only hope.
The catch, the last thing
I thought of - then - I felt him
shimmer - like no other -
I fought with all I had
to reel him in, and I,
cried when I lost him.
Then that bitch after me,
threw in her baited hook.
I’ll bet she filets him good.
~Sabrina
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Cornered
Shadows stalk memories
best left behind - sun
shines - around the bend
flowers bloom - reach
beyond darkness - in spite
of it. Turned away. There -
blossoms triumphantly bask.
~Sabrina
Thursday, July 26, 2012
This Small World
The stillness of the air
suffocates.
It’s been three days.
No wind. No sun.
The birds aren’t flying.
The waves aren’t pounding.
Fog rolls in and blankets the ocean -
there is nothing to look at.
The osprey hasn’t been seen for days.
I don’t know where the ravens
have gone. Even the seagulls are quiet.
The cars - the motorcycles and semi-trucks -
that occasionally roar by in the distance -
seem to be the only sound in nature today.
Each roar, I hear, feels as though,
it were aimed - straight at me.
~Sabrina
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Out Of My Hands
Mother’s messes - remnants
of bright ideas - impulses -
short circuited.
She wallows in her
creation gone bad.
Never once does
she consider her
own hands -
destroyed my
precious clay.
~Sabrina
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Time To Prune
How I would speak!
If I could speak
my heart open, free!
There is nothing I want -
but to feel your skin.
To see your eyes.
To have you next to me.
I must pull back.
Nip this in the overgrown limb.
For it, has begun to whither -
slowly, painfully, forced.
Through no want of my
own I stand alone,
and it is lonely.
~Sabrina
Thursday, July 5, 2012
A World Less Than Full~
Beyond dreams lies a world
less than full. It waits in vain.
A sun shines - anticipation
builds - pathways hope -
swath - for ease -
trod by none.
It was not to be - ours -
he turned away. All that
remains is the memory
of a world - left - less
than full. A bittersweet
shadow - which follows
only me.
~Sabrina
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Drowning
I swim in a sea of green
jealous from head to toe -
seaweed fights to embalm me
salty water torments raw eyes.
No creature dare
investigate the tussle.
Even the sharks
fear my glare.
~Sabrina
jealous from head to toe -
seaweed fights to embalm me
salty water torments raw eyes.
No creature dare
investigate the tussle.
Even the sharks
fear my glare.
~Sabrina
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
So That Was Love?
For a brief moment in time -
I felt the wispy kiss of love,
then survived the bitter taste
of rejection salted with confusion.
Lips left dripping with desire,
eyes stripped of inner shine.
Kicked in the gut of tomorrow
I stand with my face towards the sun -
and wait, patiently, for the next moment.
~Sabrina
Monday, July 2, 2012
Melancholy
I wish I could stand
up straight - love freely.
Smile without a crane
to lift the heavy corners
of my lips.
~Sabrina
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