Xapa to the World

Category: Singleness/Dating

All you need is love…

  • Poem: Musings of a Romance

    December 28th, 2006

    I was meant to be a lover,

    If only to watch others forge trails through another’s heart.

    My own heart leaps at a tale of romance –

    One steadily sought by an unabashed suitor –

    Denial, realization, and acceptance after humility.

    I’ve tried to project myself into these witting trifles

    But I feel as though they don’t fit properly;

    Like a square peg in a rounded hole.

    Perhaps my tale will wax as a trapezoid

    With more bends and angles and darts.

    I’ve already seen the path grow dusty,

    Rained upon and heavily trampled. 

    Yet, there still remains a part of the road

    Unlaid and untraveled, a solid frontier,

    Where one will gently walk with me.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Blasney

    May 12th, 2006

    This mind has been wasted.
    Wasted by the meaningless words
    Strung together with a melody.
    These claim poetry but have no passion.
    Oh for the days when the words would come –
    When a phrase came as easy as breathing.
    When my feelings could speak by themselves
    And were not weighed down with stress
    And longing for…anything.
    But now activities choke the life from my mouth.
    My mind is frazzled with deadlines
    And what-ifs.
    And I play with my heart –
    Tossing it here and there,
    Wondering if the one I’m tossing it to
    Is as in love with me, or
    If I’m just playing a game…
    He looks like a good catch.
    And now, with an alarm, another day
    Begins and will end before it starts.

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Petal By Petal

    This poem is a special piece for me.  I wrote this after walking through a field of wildflowers.  It was sweet.  I’ve always had a special place in my heart for Queen Anne’s Lace.  I think I’ve shared it before, but the myth goes something like this:

    Queen Anne was a beautiful young lady and could sew lovely lace.  The fairies loved her because she was gentle to all the creatures of the forest and loved flowers so much.  She was sewing a particularly elaborate piece of lace when she pricked her finger with the needle.  A single drop of blood fell into the center of the lace, ruining it.  The fairies decided to honor her by making a beautiful white flower to grow wild in the forest.  This flower looks like lace on the top and has deep red petals in the center.

    I wrote this poem to illustrate my romantic relationships.  It’s based on the childhood game of pulling a petal off and saying, “He loves me, he loves me not.”  The white petals show all the guys that have taken an interest in me or who I have given myheart to for a season.  Finally, the red petals represent the ultimate love for us all, the love of Jesus Christ.  I hope you enjoy the poem!  Thanks!

    February 15th, 2006

    Like yesterday, the dream goes by
    As soft as white dandelion flowers
    Filling a green and yellow field.
    The haze of late afternoon weighs my eyes
    And I’m lost in the million thoughts.

    Queen Anne sits on her mighty throne
    And I cut it down to my size and
    Gaze at each tiny petal, the mini-flowers.

    A childhood game comes to mind.
    I sit – I rest – with my knees in the air,
    Feet firmly planted.
    “He loves me. He loves me not.”
    Over and over, repeating my plan.
    “He loves me. He loves me not.”

    Not anyone in mind, but a flutter in my heart.
    Each petal drops with his intent.
    My mind blurs in the midst of the white
    Reminisce of years gone by and
    Love at the doorstep.
    One drops yes. Another drops no.
    How easily they change their mind.
    A dainty pile growing below of disenchanted,
    Disengaged, disinterested beaus in white tuxedos.

    At last two remain.
    Yes, and red.
    Red to what can it mean?
    Only blood so pure in love divine.

    Sarah ><>