She was not kind, but she was high tide coming in, careless, filling everything with herself, sweet and foaming and temporary.
She was no angel, she dropped acid, not blessings,
And yet she always had her acolytes.
She was graced, singular, and so beautiful.
She was profane, predictable, and utterly ordinary.
She was just Sarah,
And between empty innocence and the weary later,
I loved her with all I had.
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oh wow... sighhhh
ReplyDeleteShe was obviously a Muse. Well done.
ReplyDelete"between empty innocence and the weary later"...
ReplyDeleteYou are really hitting tape measure jobs lately girl!
"Sarah"... from the Hebrew, meaning "princess"...
Just mind the sharp edges.
why is it some relationships leave us so exhausted and not in a good way
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that high tide metaphor, and so will the world when Shay is the most famous poet around.
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What is it about the beautiful self centered that draws us in?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteWith best wishes, Boonie
Wow, I have had these friends in previous lives and still love them with a ferocity that even my heart does not understand. This was/ is beautiful as always Shay!
ReplyDeleteLove to you!
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That is lovely and a little sad.
ReplyDeleteOh boy. I lost my Muse darling cat. Her name was Jelly. I wrote a poem when I lost her, and know I am inspired to dig it up and post it. I hope I will have another cat friend like her again, but I doubt it. She was so much more than I ever could have asked for, even in a human.
ReplyDeleteThe imperfect, the flawed...that's what love is made of.
ReplyDeleteThose last lines are crushingly breathtaking. Outstanding, Shay.
ReplyDelete"She was not kind, but she was high tide coming in, careless, filling everything with herself, sweet and foaming and temporary.
ReplyDeleteShe was no angel, she dropped acid, not blessings"
Wonderful writing! I absolutely loved it.
Who ever Sarah is i want to hear more about her now...wonderful writing! :-)
ReplyDeleteNice poem and pic to go with!
ReplyDeleteSad , touching and lovely .. I am trying to concentrate on the lovely..
ReplyDeleteit is the sadness that I am trying to
avoid.
So bittersweet and vivid, this poem. I love it. Have a great weekend. Love & Blessings!!
ReplyDeleteWhew! So powerful.
ReplyDeletewas high tide ...
ReplyDeletewhat a character trait
This was singular Shay
moonie smiles
I love the metaphors in this one.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Sarah would have been less interesting if she had been more kind.
I wonder what it's like not to care that this is who you are.
She was so many things...and then some. Ecclectic. I love it!
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ReplyDeleteyou can write girl....you've won a fan.
ReplyDeleteAchingly well realized!!!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
I too loved the high tide reference. Great imagery and metaphor.
ReplyDeleteFaye, you said it for me. As I sit not knowing what to say, Porgy (Piggy) rushes in through the cat door, one squeak to say 'I am here', head in the biscuit tower. Is Piggy missing Bess? It's hard to say. Let's hope not, what good are are these aches?
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line was "She was not admirable, but she was hard to forget."
ReplyDeleteIt does seem sometimes the ones that are a bit on the wild side stay in your mind more than the one that are the "good guys."
I also like "And between empty innocence and the weary later..."
You write powerful words:~)