Poem #8: It’s a beautiful day…

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 27th, 2008 filed in herself, poetry
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It’s a beautiful day
Just to wake up in the morning remember who I am;
intake of breath and exhale.
Feel my chest move,
diaphragm relax, the air sing on my lips.
To touch the world, eyelash moving air,
lazy hand catching dust motes in the sun.
A warm sigh showering moist breath.
To wake up and realize that you have survived,
again, one more night.

It is enough, just to live, without dreams or despair,
past or future; to worry the moment. It is enough,
when faced with the alternative, to reserve judgement,
forego questions or hoped for answers. Just to be
a part of it all. It is a beautiful day. A new voice awakes
me from slumbered contentment, compliant reverie,
this passive repose of someone lost
to expectation and desire.


testing…

Posted by sarahsmiles on July 8th, 2007 filed in herself, Uncategorized
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you peeps on lj reading me good?


testing…

Posted by sarahsmiles on July 8th, 2007 filed in herself, Uncategorized
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you peeps on lj reading me good?


23:26 Henry James

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 27th, 2007 filed in herself, Love, poetry
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I really love the material.
Just before you became a star,
very impressive. Older, wiser.
Clear sighted, just for one moment.
Any idea what they’re talking about?
People who are out of season.
No acting required. Absorb it;
you know me very well–the depth,
the essence of our personalities.
The gift of the eye and the ear.
Watch and listen, and I will bring
me to you. Everything. With devotion.


22:26 But I fell…

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 27th, 2007 filed in herself, Love, poetry
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Looking at you exhausts me,
everything cast properly,
the right person for the right part.
Curtsey and bended knee.
An error in judgement
mars your lips, your cheek.
The actual location of contact
gives the real feeling, ideal.
Smiles and bright colors
casting a glow, a blush,
without showing weakness.
When you’re in the room,
it feels even more empty.
I turn to look, and you’re gone.


21:23 ex officiō

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 23rd, 2007 filed in herself, Love, poetry
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By virtue of that office,
in the institute of love
I am symbolic, not actual or real.

The ex-lover is pariah at least,
an unfortunate social gaff in passing,
an unthinkable dilemma at parties.

You shouldn’t talk with me;
be seen with me, or remember me.
No, that would not be right.

I walk, in the recollection of your light,
your love with an infinite caresse
and a sublimated passion that never wains.

Would that you were but a memory
rather than a burning ember in my heart.
Would that you were a memory.

I see the future in the salon de provence,
Though there should be no recollection
of our passion or its passing.


18:19 Word Wicked

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 19th, 2007 filed in herself, poetry, Uncategorized
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I want. I will. I wish. I wont.
I’ll walk. I’ll wend my way.
And all my wicked wishes
will be worshipped willfully.

When wannabies and wankers
wallow in my weeds, this woman
will, all wild and worldly, welcome
with wordy witchery.


16:19 Changing Diapers

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 19th, 2007 filed in herself, poetry
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The days of love are endless after all.
After meeting, love and marriage,
children, grandchildren and beyond
even the golden jubilee.

But the mind fails in the end
as the body weakens in time,
leaving two frail bodies,
woven through many decades,
grown too much in twain
to separate except in death.

Who best to care for the elderly
child than the one whose every thought
is a memory of an eternity of love
for the woman, now a child once again.


17:19 Wind Woes

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 19th, 2007 filed in herself, poetry, Uncategorized
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It blows. It blows across
the land, and through my soul.
A sturm un drang without respite,
crushes all resistance.
The air we breath, no deadly
and vengeful pales all confrontation
and causes the strongest to weep
for quiet days.

I huddle, cosy and quiet,
in my hovel, thankfully
in the lee-side, smiling
quietly in my blankets


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Posted by sarahsmiles on January 9th, 2006 filed in herself
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Originally uploaded by sarahsmiles.

I got my eye on you. Don’t I? Starting a new one, just like the other one, but with longer longer lines.