Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Where is the man who loves me? she asked

Please, just lie down
next
to me
and help me
to sleep

Curl in
to me
and help me
feel safe

Sing me a
poem
and send me
adrift

Wrap my curls
around
your fingers
to tether me
there

Whisper my
name
so I know
that you’re watching

copyright 2008

Tags: Poetry, sleep

I am so tired
weary to the marrow
exhausted to the teeth

You neither make my pain
nor own it
for it belongs to me
alone
exquisite perhaps
but I see no beauty
there

Trapped in the moment
frozen like a dacquiri
meant to refresh?
I think not
waiting for release?
I hope so

My joy is in
my joy
my pain gives it
meaning
that
is
all

copyright 2008

Tags: joy, pain, Poetry

My mind has
found
the quiet
and it languishes
there
wanting to steep itself
in deep waters
be set free
to float

The sea shell tells
a story
if you listen enough
the sky sings a
song
meant only for you
the truth hovers
closely
if you let it

copyright 2008

Tags: the quiet

There was a moment
just before it
all fell to shit
life teemed with
possibility
perhaps promise

And I stood to
shake its hand
I smiled to
welcome it
Then the crash
came down

And my former life
would never be
recognized
Death entered
and stood laughing
throwing back
its hood and exposing
Itself
the angels were in
short supply

And I never knew
I would wish
to give my life
so another would not
have to
And I said
please God, take me

copyright 2008

(for k)

Tags: death, friends, loss

Mind twitters,
tipples,
teases,
topples
Late moon rises,
reaches,
rouses,
roars
Head hurts,
howls,
haunts,
hovers
Typical Tuesday

copyright 2008

Tags: andrenaline, energy

And I wonder
why you think you’re
unworthy of love
True and deep
real and abiding
With a soul such
as yours
who could not help
but
love you?

No one can make
a guarantee
but they can promise
to try
and give everything they have
to that promise
hope that it goes
to the best of them
not the worst of them
and even if it went to the dogs
they would have
tried anyway
Wouldn’t they?

And the universe is
so much larger than any of
uS
yet infinitely smaller
in understanding
and
care
For the universe does not
care if you feel love
but
I do

copyright 2008

Tags: whispers to myself

Rage.
Pure
rage.
It kicked
at the back
of my head
like a purple explosion
of venom
and i drank down
another cigarette
and inhaled a tumbler
of coffee
then took a hammer to
my splitting head
But there was
a flower
on my table that is
so beautiful
I wanted to
look at it and
breathe her
in
Except the clothes
of another
have been hung
on me
and they suffocate
anihilate
confiscate
Me
I would rather
be naked
and seen in
all my chubby
embarrassment
and truth.

Copyright 2008

Tags: exhaustion, headache, Poetry

If she could be
a butterfly
I know she’d
grab the chance
To sport herself
those lovely wings
to fly that dizzy dance

If she could be
a rainbow
splash colours
‘cross the bay
she’d take it up
this I know
and fingerpaint
the day

If she could
clothe the lonely
with her magic
pixie dust
they’d never feel
just only
for love of life
they’d lust

A sound, sound lass
she really truly
Sparkles
her love when cast
across the sky
does chase away
the darkels

And never for a
moment
should she ever doubt
that God has
made her special
to pour her loving
Out

copyright 2008

Tags: good souls, magical people, sound lasses

I cannot judge
your words by rules
for I never learnt them
nor cared to

I do not know if
the illiteration lilts or flails
if the syntax sings or croaks
if the form drapes with
a dancer’s fluid grace
or flops like a dying fish

I only know how
they make me feel
I only know if they
lift my heart
to the sun and beyond
I only know if they
speak to me
in a language strange
and beautiful

I only know if they
make me scream and
cry and giggle and guffaw
and tap my toe to a piper’s tune
not yet written

I only know if they
pour out of me
fast and furious
the words that have
been buried in the deep
in dark and delicious places
that open their eyes
like flower changelings
from exotica

Aye, that I know
And they
Do.

copyright 2008

Tags: Inspiration, Poetry, what i know

Oh! fly away man
of words
you make me laugh
great gobs of jolly
and mirth

You jeer me
and cheer me
and seed bouquets of words
not meant to grow in
the same soil
their verdant tendrils
reaching for heaven
finding mere earth

You catapult my thoughts
beyond their limits
over the stars and
to the lyrical gauzy world of
what if? why not? and will be

And I cannot feel
tethered or torn
old or pained in
your presence…
only watch my soul take
Wing

copyright 2008

Tags: freedom, fuck'em, Life, Poetry