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
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8 comments:
Beautifully written. Keep sharing your talent! c",)
this was exquisite..in its clarity and portrayal of how it works.. how it actually works...i loved the leading vision..
A wonderful poem Sara!
What romantic things are you writing these days?!
best..
abhay
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
Irene,
thanks for stopping by. It is always nice to meet new people. i will be sure to visit your blog soon.
Sara
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
How beautifully you wound metaphors through your emotions, Sara.
love
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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