Sunday, January 21, 2007

She

She moves with an air
of
unbearable sadness,
and limbs heavy as

thousand year old tree branches.

She is unclaimed,
unforgiven,
not chosen,
not living.

She lays on clean, white sheets
in a cool, dark room
and drifts off to

sleep
away

what was supposed to be her

life.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

And no doubt, she stays a matriach to her spirit.
Beautiful as always, Sara.
btw, thanks for being there for being the other day, with the post I wrote.
hugs

writerwoman said...

I wish I could be even more supportive to you. Please don't ever take down your blog. Know that even if some people give you a hard time there are many many more who care and enjoy your work immeasurably.

crimsonflaw said...

Sara this is quite possibly your best piece. It has a magic spel in it.. it is inescapable.... i can not lose it... this one tests out all my pretences all my passions...

deeply elegant...

writerwoman said...

Crimson,

wow, thanks. Do you know that you saying you think it is my best work really makes me believe it?

A thousand times over thank you, my friend.

crimsonflaw said...

I am so happy my love for ' She ' is understood by its composer.

Sara, another of my absolute favourites from your beautiful compositions is ' This is the heart of darkness '

you wrote it way back in october. These two are specially dear to me.

Keep writing my friend...only our words constitute this state we liv and die for ...

and thank you for writing on ...

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

The Ringing of the Bards is up at http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2007/07/ringing-of-bards-storming-bastille.html. Thanks for your contribution!

Rax said...

weeping willow, dry your tears for she has written such beautifully melancholic poem about you...

...seriously im in love with the heavy tree branches line, glad to drop by again from the carnival. :)

Brian said...

This is something special indeed. I really like how the just the line "she lays on clean, white sheets" creates the shimmer of hope that is then destroyed. You're writing is very also distinct, which is something I find very important.

crimsonflaw said...

beautiful ....as always...

'' she of the shores...''

and thank you for being there my friend.

shakir

Jo Janoski said...

Oh my goodness, this is so beautiful with those images telling a sad story so well.

Lisa said...

I always like sad poems, probably because it's the kind I tend to write too and this one is so well written. I love the words "clean white sheets" it made me think of a blank sheet of paper (empty) like her life. Nice poem.

ozymandiaz said...

this poem flows within the sadness it portrays. this is an unbelievably tender work. thank you for sharing

Brian said...

I love all of this... except maybe the line "air of unbearable sadness"
The poem is strong enough without it!