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

clung
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 ...is... just the way it works
at

8 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 13, 2006

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

    ReplyDelete
  2. crimsonflawOctober 13, 2006

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

    ReplyDelete
  3. AnonymousOctober 14, 2006

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

    ReplyDelete
  4. writerwomanOctober 14, 2006

    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.
    Sara

    ReplyDelete
  5. writerwomanOctober 14, 2006

    Irene,

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

    Sara

    ReplyDelete
  6. writerwomanOctober 14, 2006

    Crimsonflaw,

    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,

    Sara

    ReplyDelete
  7. Suzan Abrams, email: suzanabrams@live.co.ukOctober 15, 2006

    How beautifully you wound metaphors through your emotions, Sara.

    love

    ReplyDelete
  8. AnonymousApril 25, 2008

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

    ReplyDelete

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.