Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Was it true love
what we had?
Soul Mates true
or passing ships?
Meant to be
of meant for the moment

Do you wonder?
What if?
Am I there
hovering in the back
of your mind too?
Do I lurk
in your soul
as you do in mine?

After all this time
is the memory fresh
as today’s sunrise
or yesterday’s news?

Copyright 2006

You may have noticed that I have a rather limited blogroll - it’s true, I have. It is intentional on my part - though there are many blogs I visit in my travels and many I truly enjoy - for this blog I wanted to keep the blogroll small and limited to writers who write from the heart. Each and every one of these wonderful writers brings something unique to the table and I respect and admire their ability to communicate. Because writing really is about communication and the essence of same.

So let me introduce them to you, please.

Spasmically Perfect, spaz for short, has a truly unique view of the world and paints that view beautifully with her poetry and astute observations of the human condition. Her power is in her quiet approach and diligent probe of life as she sees it.

Mark of Chronicles of Mark has a wry sense of humor and his haikus are exquisette microcosms of life.

Jennifer of Welcome to my Shoe writes with an open and honest heart and I dare you to read her work and leave unchanged - it is impossible. I promise.

Flight Pattern writes with the beauty of broken glass, sharp, yet sparkling. Honest and sometimes difficult to read because of that brutal realness she brings.

David at davidbdale writes 300 word novels that will pull you into a world that is a combination of Thurber, John Irving and Mr. Rogers.

Natural High at Living Life Fully, writes precisely of just that - living your life fully. She sees and writes with technocolor, crystal clarity of the wonder of life and if you’re ever in need of a shot in the psyche, pay her a visit for she will surely give it to you.

Alison at Tears in the Rain is naked in the vulnerability of her work. No holds barred, no feeling hidden or unfelt. A pleasure to read and a truly beautiful soul to know.

Kelly at No Regrets is alive and vibrant and better than a cup of extra shot espresso - you never know what she’ll come up with but she will happily have you tagging along in her adventures, writing them as they happen. Like a big bright smile that warms and delights.

A-Mum at Nanny’s Nook is just simply a kick in the pants. She writes anything and everything that comes into her mind - always says what she thinks and will likely have you on the floor laughing before you know what has hit you.

Evyl at From Evyl with Love is bawdy, funny, visceral, enigmatic, charming, scary and brutally frank. You will never be the same after visiting him and you’d not want to be either.

And finally, Michael at Smoke and Mirrors - he is everything that is in your heart - everything you feel and wish you could say and the soul you wish you could be. And his writing will change you, deeply, and in ways you never imagined.

Please, if you haven’t, do visit all of these amazing writers. If you do, I know you will come to love them just as I have.

Much Love,

Sarah

Flying out on the edge of the universe
looking down,
trying to make some sense
but sense doesn’t make.

It’s so damned quiet up here
don’t know what to think
I’m not scared
but I’m not happy either.

Got to get over the
edge
over the edge of
the universe
get beyond the boundaries
beyond the walls
but if I do,
I won’t come back
maybe…

Would you miss me
if I didn’t?

copyright 2006

Caught in a fancy
of daydreams and chances
trapped in a vision
of you.

Dazed with the dancing
of heart strings and stanzas
and perfect clear-sky
of blue.

I want an answer
to the question I’ve asked
I’m out on the edge
of my dreams

Is it perchance sir
that you’re on the last
of your many magnificent
streams?

We wear our masks
and join in the folly
of those who need
nothing more.

Artistic our tasks
but constant we’re calling
for angels to walk through
our doors.

Send me your secret
give me your story
I’ll keep it safe
to the last.

I’ll make words befit
your pain and your glory
and together we’ll
forget the past.

Copyright 2006

Opinions never spoken
never voiced
Happiness, victories
unrejoiced

Hollow words
unfulfilled…
violent anger,
deep and stilled

Such was my
life as a child;
daisies in a
field,
growing wild

copyright 2006

There is a garden
that lives on my wall
it’s flowers are lovely
but have no
scent at all

But when I feel
lonely
or lost
or blue
I gaze into my garden
hoping to find
sweet memories
of you

It’s not sentiment
or solace
or happiness
I seek

But answers
to questions
that voices
don’t speak

My garden
just stays
there
on my livingroom
wall…
through the
hours and minutes
long and
tall

It offers me a door
to another place
where I am
not known
by name
or by face

And when it is
quiet
and the space
feels still
my garden
is there
lovely
and stays
by my will

So when all is lost
and my house
is a mess;
I can go
to my garden
to take
a sweet rest

copyright 2006