“Sara is an inspirational lady who writes beautifully poignant poetry and stories that resonate with so many readers due to the tender and honest voice that these pieces emit. She is an example of a woman who has triumphed through challenging situations in her life to create positive new circumstances and is now using her talents of communication through writing from her home of Tucson Arizona, to inspire other women around the world. I know because I am one of them, all the way from Cairns, Australia! Have a look at Sara’s blog and I’m sure you will be inspired too.”
What more can I say than that – we agree. Keep on dreaming people!
Sara, guess what arrived in my mail box today ? “What if…only one child remained.” I am sitting here in tears. So eloquently, so honestly, so bravely …somehow you have transcribed the hurt, bewilderment and longing of my soul.
I have found within your words a new mantra by which to live my life..I am not a pin cushion.., from the poem “An only daughter”.. How fabulously perfect ! You could have written that for me Sara. How that poem resonates with my experience of life and my relationship with me mother.
Thank you, Thank you and God Bless You ! How wonderful she was to give you to the world.
My neice is three–and she already cares. It makes me so sad, she is just a child… I used to be so self-conscious, about everything. Painfully shy. I always wore red–it was all over my face. I’m not sure when it happened, maybe sometime in my early thirties, but suddenly I didn’t care what people thought of me. Strangers, that is. The last insecurity to go was that around my writing, and very much thanks to you, Sara, it is now gone. It’s not that I think I’m a wonderful writer–no. It’s that I suddenly realized it doesn’t matter. Life it too short. Dance the flamenco, kick up those heels and infect people. I think it’s wonderful.
This is one of the most beautiful poetry blogs I have seen – powerful poetry and amazing art work. Each time I visit your site I find myself pasued – enjoying what language can do in the presence of a skills wide as sky and deep at that canyon ride. Could feel the fearful ride and the rushing flap of the red blur headed toward the barn. At home inside her skin, this woman, I am thinking. So we readers always feel we are where we belong – even on a horse.
The Poetry Corner 4th Edition 2nd Volume - 25 Oct 09 - Sara Fryd eally does paint with words, and here we find a palette of emotion, in all the gritty darkness of sorrow, stretched across the skein of life. She writes for her mother’s voice, silenced by tragedy and guilt, to pay homage to effect we have on those we leave behind. Nusha’s Guilt is so powerful a poem that my mere words could never do it justice.
The Poetry Corner 3rd Edition Volume 4 – 22 Aug 09 – Often I find that the volumes of The Poetry Corner depend as much on what other Poets are putting out into the aether as well as my efforts to find and review such exploits. Usually I have to struggle and work to get at least two volumes a month, and I feel a little wierd having published the last volume only three days previously, however, as of late there has been a plethora of wonderful poetry and I feel almost compelled to include it here and present a new volume early.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I read Happy Meal by Sara Fryd. A story of a situation I fear is way too common and very rarely ends the way this did. The poem is a commentary on compassion with all the emotion charged by first hand experience and delivered through the eyes of understanding and empathy. I’ve read somewhere that altruism is not a natural human trait, that it does not appear logical; I have to disagree with the illogical statement. Logic is based on perspective and here we can see the great amount of benefit from this one simple act. The gift and the sharing help to remind us all how we should be treating each other, with kindness and love. Bravo Sara!