Attic Finds

He used his hands,
holding a brush,
bristles worn, some missing
and broken off.
Skill taught him how
to stroke his thoughts of color
across a canvas, time and again.
Passion opened his eyes to frame this love
his desire betrothed.
In shades of lights and shadows
sepia blindness encouraged
his sight, muting the deafening
compulsion silence
surrounded in complacent rafters
storing what once was prolific.
A distant echo of, " I used to,"
is heard as time ago whispers, blow dust
into the air to fly away.
Ah, yes, once upon...
a brush was held.

SadieLu/2011

A Mind Of Their Own

Astute
these renderings
winding a path
where
flood waters
rise and recede.
Only a wisp
pulled from
the etching.
A perception drawn
where
beneath
has uncovered.
Few see
their nakedness
as real.
perhaps...
few see.

SadieLu 2011

A Wildflower Has No Eyes

Alone in thoughts
a wallflower.

Much different
than a wildflower
growing where it does
unrestrained.

Dancing alone
because the movements
need nothing to compare to.



SadieLu 2011

Dear friend

If I could write to you there are a thousand things I’d love to say
Reminding you of the time we flew air imagination in the twilight zone and ended up in
Cairo, Egypt, Morocco, Zaire, Zimbabwe, Nigeria, Togo, Congo, Ghana, Africa
Dancing to the beats of your ancestors, my ancestors
The hollow drums and calabash both emanating the same soulful sounds
Fufu and light-soup in our palms as we watched
Our people, my people serenade us with song and African dance.

If I could write to you
I would remind you of the painting and colours you used
Of your brown on my black, your light on my dark
Of the promises we made to each other
As we lay tiredly awake, defying sleep
Simply to enrich our eyes and minds with the lies we spun
To make the world, our world, our fantasy a reality

If I could write to you
I would remind you of the India you promised to show me
Of the shores and oceans of the waves and the way they slap against the rocks
Of their rhythms and rhymes and the way our hips will sway to their beat
Of the beautiful Asian bride, with her sari, the purples and rhinestones
The Indian golds, the bindi tattooed on her forehead, her eyelined eyes, her smile
That forms upon her lips as the tears glide, just a hint, on her cheeks
As she is welcomed into her in-laws arms and
We, rose to the darkest corners of the world, closed our eyes, opened our minds
And we touched the skies

If I could write
I would remind you that you are etched within the four corners of my mind
That you touched a place in my heart where only God resides
And even if I had the chance I’ll probably never put it down on paper
I’ll scribble it to you, using my psyche
Connect with you in our twilight skies
And sign this with my mind's eye

Meaning of Love

He lies on top of me naked
Sweaty, moaning, thrusting his manhood violently inside of me
He is excited; I can tell by the swell of his dick
And I lie there bored, counting sheep on the ceiling
My mind wonders again to another happy moment
When I used to lie in your arms
I am pulled back into this nightmare by his grunts, groans and moans
I ask him- “Did you come?”

Afterwards I watch myself clean myself
Lie back myself onto his bed
Silence engulfs me and I turn my back to him – again
I wonder why I am back here
It hurts each time he touches me, feels like a burn
Another piece of me dies within me
Yet I constantly find myself at your front door
With a smile plastered on my face
My mask firmly on

And it seems this is the price I have to pay for love
And although I know its wrong I can’t help it- this is all I have known
Growing up in a broken home, no father around to guide me
Watching my mother constantly begging and pleading for them not to leave
Offers them a piece of her and each time, even for a little while, they oblige
So I took her lessons and modified it
And now I use it constantly

And I wish I could go back to the days when I knew the meaning of love
When love would always come with a smile and kiss me, on my cheek
And I carefully remove the sheets on love and made love to love
Just like love will do to me
And I never equated meaningless sex with love
One night stand with love
Different men running in and out with love

But since love left me out in the cold
I find myself chasing love; never finding love
Losing the meaning of love; never understanding love
And wondering if I would ever know the meaning of True love

Dearest, and Friend

And with the silence that wafts
through the aubergine mists
I have heard those times
where we knew we were not alone.
Moments where
we knew that our heartbeats
caused the rains to flood
azure from the muddied dry
red clay sifting through empty hands.
Such beauty in this still.

If you could write, you would say
where the wind has blown,
messages of encouragement wear
the cloth of practicality
simplicity and linens
woven from hearts that bear
hope, using hands, frame and strength
where boundaries are carried in whispers
calling out in the need for love.

If, I suppose cannot be satisfied
anymore than perhaps, why and why not.
You have touched me deeply
with honor and humility.

Instructions

Follow instructions
fill spaces and blanks
with nothing more clever
than a #2...ones self.
Unabridged
start finish,
begin end,
live die.

She was a clever one,
kind
a stanchion
to those who knew
they could always find her,
those who thought
she was predictable.

She followed the instructions,
filled in the blanks
with the space she took up.

To be so clever,
you would think she knew how to dance.

SadieLu 2011

Nice to get away to your world SAdie

thank you for coming by, wish we could share a cuppa.

Steeped

A cup of tea
to sip with thee.
To dip the leaves again.
Savor time warm your hearts,
though sad
for such has been.
So close your eyes and think of time,
too precious, you would go?
Just a sip
and cup, to hold
and thee, thy heart I know.



SadieLu/2009

My Momma Was Right

She told me I would have trouble
staying out of love.
"You can't love em all" she'd say.
That swoonin will turn em runnin.
...
Poor ol' owl sittin in the branches
sayin to the moon...hoot! hoot! hoot!
And little Sadie sittin beneath sayin ...
"Anybody Lord! Anybody!
Then we'd laugh.

It's difficult to
hold all these thoughts inside
and turn them out in demure
and careful sensibilities.
Wasn't easy being "pleasantly plump", either.
But one has to make the best of who they are.
So I confess to you,
You are among those I love.

Perhaps we will never be more than
these words etched on pages,
thoughts of love's meaning, desires looking
for a branch to roost above hope.
There will be someone below listening.

Notice will take its course
the same as those parts
of the the heart and soul that
create paths to finding.
I will continue to swoon as your thoughts
melt into that beautiful place.

Yes, you should know,
you are among my loves.
My Momma was right.

SadieLu/2011

AHHHH-mazing stuff right here! I look forward to reading more.

Thank you and Welcome, look forward to seeing you. There are some amazing poets on this forum, perhaps we might see you as well.

I am no good at this stuff. I just write whats on my mind.

A Place For Everything

After all,
this is all I have to do.
The demands of my time
limit me to spend that moment
to let you know,
I know you are alive,
right?
You are still breathing, aren't you?
Notes and cards,
stationary are where I keep them,
you know,
right where it's easy for you to find.
The phone?
Yes, I haven't moved that either.

This little world closes in quickly
as I take care of
what she needs to have
her sweet quality of life.

She doesn't remember that her world...
is mine now, too.
I just need to find those key words
to find the true meaning of all this in the thesaurus.
Yes, it is where it always is, too.

Lately, I have been on a treasure hunt,
looking for unexpected surprises
she has laid down and forgotten.
I want to find the logic so I can
keep my sense to all this.

I believe I am at a loss today,
to express this poetically
in beautiful flowery petals
with perfumed sentiment.
The petals have dried and fallen away.
There are no veils to see through.
They are where they should be, too.

SadieLu 2011

Mental Interpretation

Shall I read aloud
to fill the silence
from the bending echoes?
Will you hear the lilting trill
of the Finch?
The flow of the creek
as it covers the rocks
lapping against the shore?
Will you recognize the wind rustling
in the laden trumpet vines
spilling over the fence?
Will the crash of the sea against
jagged rocks awaken your spirit?
Perhaps. Perchance,
you might even hear my heart.

SadieLu 2011

Mental Interpretation is the type of writing you would want to be reading whilst sitting down leaning up against a Lighthouse on a wind rough night, at sea...

Well, that's what my minds eye showed me...

I like that...

It is interesting, because when I am feeling this way, it is as though I am in that kind of turmoil, wanting to whimper like a child because..some things have drawn me too far away from myself.

Sometimes it can be a good thing to be drawn away from yourself for a while, knowing you can always return to you when you are ready..

Live ~ Love ~ Laugh..