Friday, August 27, 2010

Sarah

She was not admirable, but she was hard to forget.

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.

_________

27 comments:

nollyposh said...

oh wow... sighhhh

Eric Alder said...

She was obviously a Muse. Well done.

Mojo said...

"between empty innocence and the weary later"...

You are really hitting tape measure jobs lately girl!

"Sarah"... from the Hebrew, meaning "princess"...

Just mind the sharp edges.

Daryl said...

why is it some relationships leave us so exhausted and not in a good way

Jannie Funster said...

I LOVE that high tide metaphor, and so will the world when Shay is the most famous poet around.

xo

ellen abbott said...

What is it about the beautiful self centered that draws us in?

Boonie S said...

Beautiful.

With best wishes, Boonie

Gabriella Moonlight said...

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!
Love to you!
G

Lynn said...

That is lovely and a little sad.

Dayana Stockdale said...

Oh 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.

TALON said...

The imperfect, the flawed...that's what love is made of.

Mama Zen said...

Those last lines are crushingly breathtaking. Outstanding, Shay.

Susannah said...

"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"

Wonderful writing! I absolutely loved it.

Carrie Burtt said...

Who ever Sarah is i want to hear more about her now...wonderful writing! :-)

Riot Kitty said...

Nice poem and pic to go with!

faye said...

Sad , touching and lovely .. I am trying to concentrate on the lovely..
it is the sadness that I am trying to
avoid.

Marion said...

So bittersweet and vivid, this poem. I love it. Have a great weekend. Love & Blessings!!

Lydia said...

Whew! So powerful.

moondustwriter said...

was high tide ...
what a character trait

This was singular Shay

moonie smiles

cinderkeys said...

I love the metaphors in this one.

I 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.

Scarlet Ily said...

She was so many things...and then some. Ecclectic. I love it!

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rebecca said...

you can write girl....you've won a fan.

Cloudia said...

Achingly well realized!!!





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Fragrant Liar said...

I too loved the high tide reference. Great imagery and metaphor.

corfubob said...

Faye, 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?

Sara said...

My favorite line was "She was not admirable, but she was hard to forget."

It 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:~)