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

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