Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

stab, skip, flow,
do your job
suck the words from my
brain

make it work
take the junk piled in the
back of my mind
become something
anything

is it the music? what would you
like? jazz, blues, reggae, metal???
dance little pen of
mine
make me look good
make me look smart

there must be something
utterly profound about orange
metallic nail polish
never mind the beads
of sweat, they smear
the ink so nicely give them the words
(which you are in short supply of my friend) that nice
little flourish.

dance damn you!
Dance!

copyright 2008

Tags: Poetry, writers, writing

Sweat I get
when I set
foot to pavement
forget enslavement

Sun I feel
all that’s real
when I’m hurting
mind is blurting

Breathe I can
it’s my plan
ignore the life
that makes the strife

copyright 2007

After some thought, I’ve decided to take a self-imposed hiatus. I’m simply finding that I haven’t as much time as I once did. I also find I’ve not been able to concentrate on writing longer pieces. Given the aphrodesiac that blogging can be, I find myself resisting this move but I know I need to do it.

It may be a few days or a few weeks. I honestly don’t know at this point. Hopefully, when I return I will have more than a poem or two to offer.

I will do my best to visit my fellow bloggers and read - something which I’ve also been slacking in - sorry, it wasn’t intentional.

At any rate, hopefully, when I see you all again - I will have a renewed vigor and something worth reading.

Much love,

Sarah

it’s a sad funny
that gets my laughs
that makes me step back
to see how obtuse
is my life
and turns the corners
of my mouth
upward.

yet my spirit
hovers closer to the earth
neither rising nor descending
owning its position
over the fence
that prevents the decision
from making itself

for now
the sad funnies
will have to suffice
until the big bright
world comes back
into view and smacks me
around a little

copyright 2007

don’t open a door
better left closed
don’t let me imagine
our wonderful tomorrows
don’t pretend to care
after all this time
just tell me
why you never loved
me enough to stay.

copyright 2007

Stinking, humid heat
Drought-ridden summer parches
Damned Aussie seasons!

copyright 2007

(how’s that, luv?)

Winter roses sag
Clip, trim, dead leaves fall to ground
Roses safe in vase

copyright 2006

I don’t really have anything to say
My clever words won’t come out to play today
My heart and soul can’t find its way
to entertain you.

My head won’t think
my eyes don’t blink
I’m not in the pink
sorry…nothing to see here.

copyright 2006