Friday, October 13, 2006

Sinking ships

You struck the match
then burned the ship
and jumped to save yourself

through a burnt orange haze of golden waves
I found some driftwood
and clung


now May has come
and December
circling through time

and now you
casually rememberto inquire

if I survived......

and then you clutch my hand
and ask
could I be a good girl and understand?

you had to save yourself
save yourself
save yourself

that just the way it works


Anonymous said...

Beautifully written. Keep sharing your talent! c",)

crimsonflaw said...

this was its clarity and portrayal of how it works.. how it actually works...i loved the leading vision..

Anonymous said...

A wonderful poem Sara!
What romantic things are you writing these days?!

writerwoman said...

Abhay K,

Hey, Thanks for checking out my poetry. Romance? hmmm. Everything I write romantic ends on a depressing note these days. I will post one and you can see what I mean.

writerwoman said...


thanks for stopping by. It is always nice to meet new people. i will be sure to visit your blog soon.


writerwoman said...


your kinds words humble me. It's so sweet of you to keep taking the time to analyze my work.

Hope you are having a wonderful day,


Susan Abraham said...

How beautifully you wound metaphors through your emotions, Sara.


Lirone said...

You tell it the way it is... and beautifully too. Really enjoyed reading this poem - thanks for offering this for Patchwork Thursday!

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