Sarah Flanigan - Poetry 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