Grrr... ya'll are frustrating me by posting NEW great stuff in the same thread.
My small mind struggles... haha.
Nice write to both of you.

I do appreciate you consistantly good artists...
No Grrr'ing there.

kind comments, thank you.

Sadie,,when I got to that last fix at its end,,to SAY,,,Teddy Bear,,THATS where my mind went also,,Miss Teddy,,,lol
WE thinks alike me thinks,,,lol
And YOU have my permission to GRRRRR all ya want in my rooms Ted,,,Lil I know what you mean about the writing and your mind wondering,,,
I wrote like two (I thought GREAT poems) one week on here and they received nothing? Then on Friday of that same week,,I wrote a like a PLAYFUL little tiny twenty word thing,,,and twenty people replied to it,,,lol go figure,,we can't figure,,,,,lol
But to be intimidated by others works on here,,THATS why I started writing,,because they brought THAT out in me....

To you BOTH,,Thanks for the kindness....

'tis true... our figuring simply runs us in circles... and not harp on praise and such... I myself resisted those things when I dabbled in art... but you do well Terry, you present in a style "laid open and bare"... and it appeals to me. I just wanted to get that out...
I wish the best in all you do.
(I'll let someone else queue the violins, haha.)
Just a toast brother...

Excellent poems.....

Oooo how did i miss all these new writes!!!! are you putting all in here now? i don't want to miss your beautiful words!!

Thank you, I started a thread with some of mine...just to see how it would take. Terry has been sweet to respond and share some of his. A new gal shared a couple. Haven't seen her for a bit. She has a beautiful way with her voice.
I love anyone to take a peek..just has become easier for me to keep myself together..hahahaha

click and I am...

gone...?
It's safe to stand at a distance
behind lines drawn
on sandy shores disappearing
It's easy to ignore civility,
accountability for no other reason

except

you
can.
A pervasive mist settles in this room.
Perhaps an obvious excuse
in question,
Are
we
real?

Does it matter? Does feeling and pain
exist for more than just the executioner?
A few words do not a muse...

make?
know?

Click

and...


SadieLu 2011

she loves to feel the breeze

Humid humanity spread across
in layers of cotton dinged and faded sheets.
The first thing to see.
The last, forced smile... waiting.

Waiting for, even the stagnant air to move,
quiet pleas to welcome something,
just not this.

There were angels, there had to be
who else could the silence converse with?

Retching kindness, vowed in extrapolated
sequences, promises turned and cleaned away
fresh sheets, a cool compress,
as pain assisted his movements.
merciful gentle kiss on the forehead.

She said my "good bye", excused me
while I finally slept."Love you , Daddy. It's time."

Her birthday is soon.
Wonder what she will think of this year.

I hope the wind whispers something,
sweet.

SadieLu 2011

I don't mean to steal away from this... but it reminds of an old friend I once knew here... I wish her the best. j/s.

It is my desire that these writings would somehow reach into those who read. Your appreciation speaks that to me. This is about my daughter and the death of my husband. This time of year brings up tenderness. Thank you for reading and sharing a part of your heart, it is always welcomed.

Of Glass

Spent moments, a prelude to a confession
meandering through winding remainders of
forgotten memories now, a pittance value.

Cobalt, turquoise, greens, vintage rose,
a few pieces of carnival antique.
Pretties placed in the window along the sill
to catch outside vistas through muted, opaque and
clouded. Water stains of etched rings, reminiscent
in fades of light through dust gathered prisms,
impervious hopes of someday, still,
of re purpose and relinquished dreams
of youth's sweet intentions.
Simple, this muse.

Of my collection of glass...
brown is the color that stands out.

SadieLu 2011

there once was a girl

I waited for the last strand
to leave my womb.
the final moment where
I could say, yes, a child, born.
my child, obvious sweet oblivion, anticipation.
how long will it take to hear the cry?
to know that all this retching and pulling
strain and surge is done. I waited.
Amid the scurry and hushed tones,
there was a silence forming
in pent up tears, soiled doubts,
swabbed and soaked,
no cry. NO CRY...no cry.
I have always felt SHE... was
though I could not hear her sweet whimper,
hold her close to my breast,
she has never left my heart.

SadieLu 2011


In submission and open vulnerability, you have been given opportunity to view this woman. She has now closed the door and pulled the blinds.

.. ..

thank you Ainjel

Tiny tiny, bubbles,,,locked inside since its birth to be born.

Many shades of colors to gaze through, now they all remind me of you

For in their complexities their beauty now laying still, to adorn.

Like treasures of past down inheritance, hiden, gaurded so true.

Each their own time and place to have been labled and made.

Their tiny cracks, and fine little chips.. still so pure of heart.

For they have stood their test of time, all their deposits paid.

For I know you must love them all, never a one, would you part.

Sleeping Beauty Awakens

Winter held branches
ignite in fuchsia bright flames
one kiss at a time.


SadieLu 2011

Vivid imagery...
No, no...
Thanks for re-breaking my heart.

kind, thank you..I guess..anytime?