Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Stupid terrorist
Doesn’t know modern weapons
Don’t heed religion.

copyright 2007

Pennies gathered in a jar
all the same

None have a different idea
of who or what they are

Lonely pennies
waiting to be rolled
not knowing

For they were never told
they’re not worth much of anything
these days.

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

He had no face for me. Just a pleading voice and a dirty shirt.

My automatic head shake made him scurry away and I went into the store. But it bothered me, the faceless man. I was shivering and dressed in a sweater, jeans and a jacket. He had only old chinos and flannel shirt.

 I tried to shop but his ‘non-face’ kept jumping in front of me. I decided I would find him when I was done and buy him something to eat. I didn’t want to give him money because I thought he would just buy alcohol with it. I couldn’t in good conscience contribute to that - but I could feed him.

I tapped my foot as I waited for the cashier to ring up my few purchases, trying to spy a glimpse of him outside. I didn’t see him - but I was sure he was still hanging around the Starbuck’s, waiting. He knew I was coming back.

Finally, purchases rung up and paid. Out the door. I still didn’t  see  him. I walked to Starbuck’s looked inside and out. No one. No faceless man there. I walked through the entire mini-mall looking for the red flannel shirt and beat up chinos.

The whind whipped at my face and my hands stung from the cold. Did the wind gust him away? Flying him back into the abyss for whence he came? How could one, faceless man disappear so quickly. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.

He was gone. Leaving no trace of himself or his direction. Yet, I stood at the open door of my car and scanned a few more times, believing in some part of me that he would appear. He didn’t.

Reluctantly, I got into the car and turned the ignition. The heater blasting, the music soothing, the whine of the wind outside, rocking the car. I gave up hope of him and put the gear to drive the few blocks home. Mad at myself for not realizing that I should have looked at him. I should have gotten him a sandwich and a hot cup of coffee. Wondering how many faceless men were hungry that night because of head shakers like me.

copyright 2006

New day
new chance
old ways
same dance

copyright 2006

Passing through
along the same road
for a time
sharing what is real
between us

What is important now
like orbs of light
joining
into a figure eight

Then separating
to go on to galaxies
at opposite ends
of the universe.

Copyright 2006

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

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

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