Keep writin' though... 'k?

Beggar Belief

Is it not love that begs our quest
and peace that reaches the heights
instinctively taking us in solitude
filling the minds eye
to joy in the firefly's
dance of lights kissing the dark?
Or the kiss that dries a tear?
A garden that offers respite in
blooms where memory will fill the heart,
even if only a moment?
If so, I am a beggar's delight.

SadieLu 2011

Welcome Mat

For a time, I was silent,
then death opened a door.
I heard what I hadn't seen
and felt more,
Oh so much more.
Like the tears
this has relinquished
a rain will not ignore.
Just a simple gesture
death opened a closed door.

SadieLu 2011

very nice additions Sadie...

wonderful to see you, always

as it is you, hope all is well

life grows us...

that it does my dear, that it does.

Lazy

She slipped her apron on over her top.
It was the same one
she had worn a few days, now.
Earlier in the week, it smelled fresh,
clean and encouraging to adorn.
Tasks, always tasks, someone always in need.
She turned the stove on,
set the tea pot on the burner,
measured three scoops of coffee into her French press.
Quiet these mornings
since everyone was away, now.
Still and sunny, most would never know the drought
had taken over though the remaining few patches of green
were drying to brittle.
Perhaps it is time to make a new top. No one else
to dress, to take priority over herself.
Funny how it has ended this way.
Motivation is no longer a priority either.
The tea kettle whistles. Silence whispers.
Memories rustle unassumingly.
Yes, always a need, someone.
Maybe a new top, tomorrow.
But for now...coffee's ready.

SadieLu/2011

Stolen Sweets

Vague renderings
muse without relinquish.
Painted upon an invisible canvas
breathless from airless winds.

Virtuous?
A deliberate visage
in repose behind
undergrowth, verdant vines,
infusions of grandiose
hiding simplicity
tucked beneath each seedling
pushing upward
drinking in the light
bathing in tear drops
falling, drenching.

Honor?
Cannot be clutched
for, selfishly, I have tried.
Eventually
all that is,
sifts through
open fingers.
dusted upon disappearing shores,
washed out, swept, in a tidal
pull.

Grievous blind
this perception,
taking what was not mine,
a sweet, dipped, benevolence.
Innocent,
even so.



SadieLu 2011

This is simply Awesome!!

Hmm... rather complicated for me.
"Lazy" is still in my head. I'll need to reread...
Still, a beautiful write.

"Grievous blind
this perception,
taking what was not mine,
a sweet, dipped, benevolence.
Innocent,
even so."

I loved this...

Pictures

The air veiled a coolness
under the canopy of the old oak.
My eyes rested from the glare of heat
that disappeared into the gray clouds
amassed in azure.
Wild rose, peppery with heady scented vine
filled the corners from a winding walkway
weaving in and through lush.
Coy played in and amongst the lily pads
where tall reeds outlined a pond
spilled from the waterfall flowing across the flat rocks.
Hollyhocks, bluebells, tall white and deep purple Canterbury bells,
voluptuous pale pink blossoms
petaled and layered filling spaces.
Tall armfuls of daisy's, white,
waving in the gentle breeze, dill, chive.
My favorite, buds of flame colored roses when they opened
as big as the palm of my hand.
Surprises of bright colored glass stones
waiting to be found,
scattered amongst the lava rocks spilled
around the stepping stones.
Hummingbirds flitting and sipping sweet nectar.
Raspberries, plump,sweet, waiting to be plucked from the vine.
Strawberries lying in wait, a delectable ground cover
begging surprises of delight.
And the pool...where else would a mermaid live?

SadieLu/2011

Thanks t...

List

She filled her arms heaped,
spilling out, dragging,
almost stepping on the dirty clothes
as she walked to the laundry room.
There was a time when the armfuls were baskets
two and three loaded into the machine.
Boy, how good it smelled when
the water mixed with the powder.
So much pride when the clean
dry clothes were folded
and taken to the children to put away.
Secretly she would watch how they would
walk with a straight fresh demeanor
when they had clean clothes on.

Pride, yes, she had hoped they learned that
even though all she felt they could see was
marking off the list of chores.
Busy, always busy.
It wasn't long when resistance edged its way
into the scenario as they were required to
do their own laundry, mark off their their chores.

List, it doesn't seem necessary any longer.
It's only an armful.
She'd rather fill her arms with... them.
Perhaps, that should be on the top of the list,
now...
never to be marked off.

SadieLu2011

Nightfall

In the dark when shadows play
hide and seek from the day,
whispers carry tales of time
washed on shores of love's sublime.

Void of light a lover's tryst
tangled veils where Autumn's mist
hides her lace against the sky,
muffles voices lain to sigh.

There exposed where all will see
bare concealing light's decree
so amongst the tall reeds sway,
hidden thoughts become what may.

In the night where whispers fly,
silence cries and kisses die.
Peek a boo has come and gone
blooms have closed awaiting dawn.

SadieLu/2011

Sadie-you are absolutely right...there is a book in there waiting to be published...you may be surprised in the end that it won't be by "self". Thank you so much for sharing so much of yourself...loved it!

Hello Laura,
Thank you for your kindness. I hope you are finding friends here. Sometimes it takes a bit of patience.
The 50's threads have some wonderful people to know, well worth getting your feet wet. Mingle is a wonderful place, overall.

Surely you know

Does she really need to be told
about her beauty?
How revealing her depth holds you closer
than you have ever thought possible?

She is reminded more than you know
how different a man is to a woman.
In the early light just to know you're there
or when dark overrides?
Yes, that is all good disclosing a constant.
But in those moments unaware
caught between a stolen look and her busy,
Ah, yes, it is in those moments, blessing
her longing with sweet intrusion to fill
where a tender kiss is not possible,
but certainly should be.

Why? you ask, why is that kiss needed?
That is where her beauty is felt.
encapsulated with trust, worthy of all endeavors.
There proves honesty. Is she worth his efforts?
Her kiss...definitely will tell...him.

SadieLu/2011

Tonight

Tonight,
I had to be
where all I heard was me

Shoreline crashed and pounded
Talking back, the sea

Was past the sunset hour
Grays and blues turned pink
Pearled in clouded colors
Was there I had to think

Darkness filled around
Fading and alone
My silhouette’s dark outline
Of lonely, cried and moaned

Distant clang, the light’s wink
Mournful slowly, train
Remembered how alone I felt
In the night's refrain

Thoughts create such memories
Bleeding faded love

Far and past horizon
Remembers,
could
now... was

SadieLu 2008

Golden Gardens, Seattle Washington.