Red is a color worn by others. Haven’t worn red since Howard left in ‘92 and I moved to back to Phoenix. So I haven’t a clue what made me buy a dark red Ralph Lauren shirt and tank top yesterday morning. Maybe it was the incredible sale at Dillards or I had to have [...]
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We had a tea party, you and I Yesterday, when March was cold. We were three or four again Five or six or seven.
Changed the world Solved the chaos, hunger, pain.
Deserted windows Empty now no one looking out. No sounds of children playing. No birds resting waiting for a crumb of bread. No poets sitting on your ledge, watching goings on on streets below. Reporting to the world beyond passionate fantasies. Dreams… as yet untold. Why do your fading colors, your falling c h i p s of sea green paint Illicit such emotion in [...] Before I knew the words to describe a rainbow, I could mix the colors of heaven, of mountains; of Arizona in the spring. Each morning in darkness before the molten Phoenix sun would crest the parched desert, Papa would sneak out the door quiet as a whisper to paint this house or that castle. Peeking… With one eye around [...] Last minute presents I think they call them Bought by some at a car wash or an airport. An afterthought, not a real present purchased by someone who remembers ahead of time intending to watch your eyes light up the room.
Afterthoughts… …like reasons and excuses forget intention. Though the one receiving always knows the difference.
Somewhat, like the difference between [...]
The scariest place I’ve ever been Was the corner of the kitchen Next to an old stove With chunks of porcelain missing At 2:00 am when I was eight And too little to stop my Father From beating my Mother With a cast iron [...] I’ve lost my job… As if somehow I’ve misplaced a part of my life I now have to find Just around the next corner. So I become still, quiet Trying to remember Writing accomplishments About what I’ve done For so many years I could do it with my eyes closed. What am I afraid of? Feelings, I guess… Here I am ten or eleven years old Again, and yet [...] She said she had a cat named Purple… I mentioned cats didn’t come in purple. She replied, “You’ve never seen him sleeping on the roof at sunset!” How does one argue with five year old logic, Eyes that see magic at every turn? “Little Judy,” a creative, forty year old mind inhabiting a little girl’s body, with hair and eyes the color of [...] I was lost once… without a compass without hope without faith without God without Me. Lost in the forest of my creation knowing not the path for the trees. Knowing not where the sky left off and I began. Believed the self delusion others knew more who I should be than me. I let stillness envelop me and asked God, “Who am I?” He answered gently, “Who do you want to be?” All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd |
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