Xapa to the World

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  • Poem: The Moon, My Heart

    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!

    July 16th, 2005

    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 ><>

  • Poem: Leo and Rachel’s Shoe

    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 ><>

  • Poem: Mr. Teddy

    This poem is…a very tough one for me to read sometimes.  I wrote it in the perspective of a little girl whose mother had recently died of Aids.  A little girl in Africa was in my mind, and she had a little teddy bear…a little teddy bear which she told everything.  No rhyme scheme, but there is a dialect written into the piece, so I hope you can hear it when you read it.  Thanks!

    July 6th, 2005

    Mr Teddy? Are you awake?
    I’m a little scared and it’s very dark.
    I hope I don’t squeeze you too tight.
    Just tell me if I do, ok?

    Are you getting wet, Mr Teddy?
    I’m sorry. I can’t stop my tears.
    I think I’m more wet than you though.

    You know very well why I’m cryin’.
    You have ears too, you know!
    Yes, you do. They’re sittin’ right on top o’ your head.
    I see them. I do.

    And your eyes can see too.
    You saw them take her away,
    With my favorite blanket over her head.

    I miss my blanket. Momma stitched it for me,
    Just for me, not for you.
    Why would you need a blanket like that?
    I don’t want it back though.

    No, she’s not comin’ back.
    I know a’cause Abby said so.
    Abby wouldn’t lie to me, ‘cept just that once.

    You do too remember, my goodness!
    Remember when the doctor came over.
    Abby said he was for Gramma,
    But he was for Momma.

    Gramma did get sick and she left too.
    Momma said she went to Jesus.
    I guess that’s where Momma is too.

    Last week Momma said Abby would watch me
    And take care of us.
    You better be more careful a’cause
    Abby doesn’t stitch like Momma did.

    You might fall apart a’fore you know it.
    Mr Teddy, please be careful
    So you can stay a long time with me.

    Momma said if I hugged you, you would hug her.
    You must do it when I’m gone
    A’cause I always see you when I’m here
    And Momma’s not here no more.

    I’m tired now and I think I’m out of tears.
    Momma always said I could cry a river.
    Good night, Mr Teddy. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.

    Sarah ><>