Sunday, November 04, 2007

Still, Still, Still

Centuries later and
still

I write poems inspired by you
still

cause I am

a silly, silly girl,

your sinful lonely girl......



still

13 comments:

crimsonflaw said...

writer woman
these two poems
are blue murder!

i would like to pay a compliment but a reader can not just here fumbling till the hour of reckoning..they were too beautiful

Susan Abraham said...

These could even substitute as words for a play, Sara.
There are remarkable little twists here and there.

God Bless

Anonymous said...

Sara,
what a talented poetess you are!
Your poems have some kind of subtlity that haunts...I just want to say wow!
thank you for sharing...

Kilroy_60 said...

Do you write any longer pieces in this vein? Are you interested in such an opportunity? Paul Harvey, and others I'm sure, would be involved in...the rest of the story.

Hedwyg said...

Oh, how WONDERFUL!

Grinning hugely,
wishing you a Happy Tuesday,
Hedwyg

Marja said...

sara I loved this. powerfull with a lighthearted touch thanks

tumblewords said...

So few words, such a huge story! Wonderfully done!

UL said...

Your play of words is admirable..you take the simplest of words 'still' and give so much meaning to it. Thank you.

Ario said...

Can you use even fewer words to evoke experience?

Brilliant. I can learn a lot here.

sinful lonely girl cuts deep as does the repetition of still in bold.

Perhaps because it reminds me of someone close to me.

Harrowing. Beautiful. The red fits perfectly.

Beloved Dreamer said...

Sara, such a lovely statement about the dreams of we all carry deep within us. I love the word play and how it flows. Well done!

love-bd

Anna said...

This is short and to the point and poignant. Makes me wonder who it is about.

S. Thomas Summers said...

innocent...but a hint of the erotic in final line...you nast girl..haha.

janetleigh said...

Oh how I can feel and relate to this poem, Sara. Very well done..:)