Sarah Flanigan - Simply Put

When I walk through the stores and see the cards
my heart bends
a little
my smile fades
tears fight to free themselves
but I keep them captive

Pancake breakfasts
and prime tickets to sports events
bad neck ties
awful gadgets that have no use
hokey hats
bought in the millions
to honor them all.
Fathers.

No gift shop
for where you are
where I think you are
just words from my heart
to yours
just memories
fond memories
flashes of moments freeze-framed
and eternal

copyright 2009

Tags: father's day, Love, my heart, original poetry

Broken sleep
dreams deprived
of dimension
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mind aims askew
time ticks away
Focus lost
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mistakes logged
no do-overs
doomed to the future
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Wandering soul
seeking the safe
any open door
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

words & image copyright 2009

Tags: dark, home, Life, original poetry, secrets

It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky

Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race

For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.

The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float

copyright 2009

Tags: catching rain, dark, Life, original poetry

Closed in. Trapped. Craving space.
Craving quiet. Lonely.
So tired.

Unwanted. Cold. I shiver in the sun.

A cliche. Past its prime. out of sync with the rest.

Lost in a sea of tumult.
Turbulence.
Beyond the bend of agreement.
Gnawing at the edges of rational thinking.

Empty

What lies inside?
Not safe to go there.

I am the debris
of an exploded star.
Gravity pulls but doesn’t capture
the spray of particles
that hover and dance away in approach.

Nerves jitter and jag
Flop me - a lifeless puppet
soul drifting toward no space, no time, no thing.

Alone. Always alone.
Distant. Disconnected.
Passing time with cigarettes and
desperation (dispair-ation?).

Friends wear foreign faces.
Home is a closed door.
I am invisible.

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

cigarettes & cell phones
sultry summer sky
random thoughts
of filmy futures
followed the butterfly’s
path of
lazy nectar search

basketball hoops
snoring dogs
i slept in today
and the world
didn’t stop
the silence
was comfort

my mind
hummed soft
in pastel colours
and gentle souls
flitted by in
mutual affirmations

time does not
touch me today
the sun freckles
my shoulders
and birds
have their own
language
that whispers
to children
& oldsters
as it dances
past on
the breeze

copyright 2009

Tags: Life, original poetry, secrets

the silence of the snow
remembers me
and carries me back
to you - to us - to then

the icy dreams
scratch at my soul
freeze frame moments

that land in frosty dreams
and melt then
in morning light

words and photo - copyright 2009

Tags: original poetry, snow

The night is open
to spring air and starlight
jasmine scents
and running water

Cigarettes in the dark
ice cubes rattle
in upheld glass
melt in silence

Dogs roam
sharing sentry
standing watch
beneath a hidden moon

copyright 2009

Tags: night

Tags: photo-poetry