Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Inevitable
moths drawn to flame
in endless circling dance
fluttering wings
sharing breath
exchanging color
and flow

Inevitable
sun to moon
one chasing the other
across the sky
stars standing in between
dark swallowing
light
meteor storms and
rainbows exhale

Inevitable
passion and heat
bleary eyed, wet embrace
consume and extinguish
the dance of
bodies in raptured motion
the breath of desire
whispered and bitten
on the edge of the
earth
which shatters and
ceases

Inevitable
yes
inevitable

copyright 2008

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It is always amazing to me that artists can literally turn any element into a work of art. Enjoy!

sarah

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I can think of no one better to spend the day with at the museum. Bonjour!

sarah

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I thought this was cleverly and very well done. I hope you enjoy it.

sarah

New day
new chance
old ways
same dance

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

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

There is quiet
in a crowd
noise in an
empty room

There is strength
in gentleness
there is happiness
in the gloom

Light in the shadows
darkness in the
sun

There is hope
for us all
Every One

©2006

(since it’s been rather solemn around here lately, I thought I’d take a break from the fiction and offer a laugh. This was sent to me by a friend in an email. I am not the author but I’d sure like to meet them and thank them for the chuckles.  sarah)

CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE “DYSFUNCTIONAL”:

1. Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia — I Think I’ll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets
and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees
and…..

6. Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open
Fire

8. Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m
Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent night, Holy oooh look at the
froggy can I have a chocolate, hey pretty lights, why is France so far
away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder –Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle ……

A face looks out
at me
through the paint
that demonstrates it’s
image

And the longer
I look at it
the clearer it becomes
And the clearer it becomes

the more I wonder
who the face
belongs to

copyright 2006