There are those Who cannot see above the clouds. Or dream beyond The rainbows of the stars. People blind to colors Such as midnight raven blue Or ocean thunder black Yellow orange mango sunset hues, or Purple heather painted vines And velvet lavender lilac blues Nestled in the mountain’s lakes. There are those for whom [...]
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He sings… In the middle of the morning For no apparent reason I can fathom He must be happy So it would seem To those of us who hide in cubicles Completing joyless tasks Bitching and moaning About nothing or less. What wonder…
I walked alone upon a road beside a hill Where I saw an open grave lying still All alone beneath a tree, when I came near The darkness grew, took my sight, left the fear For there, right there, in front of me There was my name, inscribed on stone, beneath the tree. Unsure, [...] She made sponge cake Dough rising Like joy in the afternoon With smells of flour, eggs, sugar Lemons, oranges Apple cake always with cinnamon Honey, raisins, nuts, and vanilla. And luscious potato kugel With onions chopped so fine they were invisible. There was always food for strangers or dogs I would bring home. Travels of a [...]
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 [...] Though I’ve worn my heart Upon my sleeve (and around my knees) More times than I care to remember Or talk about in mixed company. There is that special place I keep for you Like the bag that’s packed With brandy colored lipstick, ginger cologne A little black dress, and cream lingerie That ignites [...] San Xavier Mission by Sara Fryd I held a mirror up to you So you could see the fire You carry deep The voice you crave to share With the hunger of years One cannot retrieve No matter the longing. You reversed the mirror for me So I could visit my own reflection [...] 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 [...] My eyes focused on the second button of your blue and white shirt. Heart don’t stop, lungs breathe legs don’t fail me now. I want to melt into the space behind that button. So wrap your arms around me hold me still listen to the rhythm of my breathing. Hear [...] oh my… to have had the courage the strength to follow my heart my soul only when I was eighteen when the world was new so full of promise and I was still so full of dreams it hurt to say goodbye… what fears give way to regrets what dreams still refuse to die [...] |
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