July 18th, 2005
I can’t lie and say I haven’t tried
To imagine a look from your eyes.
And this candle burning next to me,
The light flickers and I am wondering…
Is that the flame or your thoughts
Dancing there. Maybe both, but
How will I know? I could sit and
Think and imagine,
But that’s all it would be,
And what a danger it is to settle
Your thoughts on eyes you’ll never see.
– Sarah ><>
The moon is a frequent subject of my poetry, and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t worship the moon. Instead, it is simply a reminder to me of God’s love. It is His instrument of wooing to me. Much like a sunset, or thunderstorm, or cloud shadows….yep, those are beautiful instruments. Nothing in themselves, but to know that they are a gift from my Maker, the One who loves the very deepest part of me…that makes them special.
This is not a Christian poem…so don’t look for the spiritual meaning in it. It is a contemplation of my romantic state. It’s a reflection of my desire for honesty and realness. So, there you go!
I saw the moon hanging in the sky tonight,
And I think it was my heart there.
No stars were shining to keep it company,
Only itself, big, white, untouched…
Untouched only by a real love,
But left cold and hidden by the clouds,
The many romances which gently called to it,
Called its light down in a soft glow.
But once that light was seen,
The caller shouted it back to the day,
Or simply ignored it.
My heart, this object floating –
Floating like a silver dollar, light enough
To be blown away with the wind –
It hangs there, waiting for someone to look,
Waiting for someone to fall in love
With the light.
Sarah ><>
This poem is part of a collection inspired by my cousin’s 4 yr old daughter, Rachel. On my 21st bday, instead of going out to party (which I’m not into anyways), she and I were outside of my grandparent’s house in Pittsburgh catching lightning bugs and playing with a imaginary lion named Leo. It inspired me to write several pieces about Rachel and this lion. Rachel has/had a lisp, so I put that into the poems. They rhyme scheme may seem a little choppy, but I’m hoping to make these into books, and then one stanza will be on each page. Let me know what you think!
July 14th, 2005
Little Rachel didn’t know what to do.
Her favorite lion was lost
And with him was her shoe.
Last night when they were hunting
For lizards and snakes and such
He had taken her shoe for squishing
Spiders and she hadn’t cared that much.
But this morning, she was worried.
She would be late for school
And her mother was hurried!
Where did he put it? She thought for a moment.
Under the palm trees of the deserted island?
Or maybe he had left it in the camping tent,
Or buried it under the ocean’s sand!
She ran outside and called his name.
“Weo!” She shouted and
Around the corner he came.
His tail was tucked between his legs.
“I knew you’d call if I kept your shoe.
I really want some bacon and eggs.”
Little Rachel didn’t know what to do!
She told Leo she had to go to school
She would play with him later
And maybe go to the pool.
So Leo the lion gave her the shoe
He watched her get on the bus.
“I’ll be home in a wittle while, too!
So pwease don’t make a big fuss!”
Sarah ><>
Xapa to the World 