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Sara Fryd
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Wish You Were Here

 

Balloon by Sara Fryd

God…

Please decorate

the sky with clouds today

Because without you,

it’s blue

and lonely just like

me.

 

All rights reserved.  ©2009 by Sara Fryd

Waiting

You didn’t call last night

          like you promised

I cried myself to sleep…

If only you understood

          the subtleties

that teach each of us

          to trust or not.

You would never again

          make me a promise

          you did not intend to keep.                                    

Knowing…                                  

That I’m trusting you with my heart.

Then leave me waiting…                                    

Waiting…                                     

Like you did last night

          to cry myself to [...]

Surgery

Not all operations

take place in hospitals.

Some men,

like surgeons

so deftly trespass

on your life

Criminal Intent

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 [...]

Lugubrious

Last Light of Day (c) 2004 by Sara Fryd

Last light of day warms the heart

Like chili stew warms the ribcage

During the early frosts of December nights.

You’ve left to “find yourself,”

Somewhere else

Though not here.

I am lugubriously left

To find your face

Amongst black and whites or sepia tones.

And know only, that the last light of day

Will warm [...]

Retirement Home

                                                                                                                         Leonardo da Vinci

He waited…

His face stuck against the seventh floor window.

Waited for someone to come, to visit.

The only thing he saw at that height

Were birds and window washers.

Where are they all?

The nephews, nieces, children, grandchildren?

The ones remembered

With presents on their birthdays.

Always an excuse, [...]

Goodbye

 Thank you

      for listening quietly

as you ate your lunch

letting me release

     all my hurt

my pain

       my anger

my broken dreams on you.

Like a rain storm

       in the desert

Yesterday…

I rained all over you.

 

All rights reserved.  ©2009 by Sara Fryd

Fear

many kinds

of bars on windows

types of locks on gates

holding us in

with no skin

to protect the soul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All rights reserved.  ©2009 by Sara Fryd