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Certainty

Posted in poetry with tags , , on February 28, 2015 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Imminently pleased, momentarily

Thinking I had won a game only I was playing,

On a field, on a train I thought someone I knew

had boarded.

“You have made me feel so alone,”

The mirror says, crystal.

I’ve been beside myself through this journey,

and it seems still nothing has changed.

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Up by Feeling

Posted in poetry with tags , , on January 23, 2015 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I’m not myself, lately.
Words have been
hard to come by.

Too much space
has been taken
up by feeling
things I am still not
quite convinced
aren’t dreamed.

But I know myself:
the strength of my
imagination is too
slight to have thought
of anyone as wonderful–
as raw, as rare, as real, as you.

I worry, though.
If I’m not myself,
who do you love?

So. I’m trying to
find the words to say
unspeakable things.

No Strangers

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on December 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

See the darkness in me,
Feel the weight of that little black hole.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Laugh: and lift me, impossible, improbable.

Probability doesn’t seem to factor in,
Gravity and I have never been friends.
You and I are no strangers–
Falling is second nature.

Strange how much it feels like flying,
Undeniably intended.

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Some Folks

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 23, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Some folks will turn a happening
Into an event.
Some folks will turn a crush into an
Avalanche.
Some folks will make a little love into
A lifetime.

Me? I ain’t some folks, I’m all folks and
No folks.
I ain’t gonna judge your moments, your loves.

God knows I’ve had more than my fair share.

The Song Bends to You

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , on June 4, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

At night I’d cradle you like an upright bass:

too tall for me to play the lowest notes on.

You know how to sing just as sweet in a cello’s

tone. And you’re wound tight in places, but

your tuning pegs get loose when it’s cold.

You still sound good to me. Somehow you are

never are out of tune, or maybe the song

just bends to you, like I would. If only I could

once cradle you, like a sleeping bass, and

sing a ballad, a standard to you. With you.

On the Way Up

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

This is the last time I will be anything but

doubtful of anyone who isn’t you,

whoever you are, wherever, in that endless

moment, looking in through pain, glassy but

certain, high: mounting to climb a long way

alone. I know that we are strangers and will

probably be old or dead or nothing before we

can rest from the climb. But I’ll keep going,

on this lonely road that I have chosen, seeking up,

going my own way and thinking always of you.

Cage (I: Ashes and Dust)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , on April 7, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I was not cut from a shroud’s cloth,

but I will cut a rug with you

and stay dry under your umbrella.

I was not produced by man’s ribs,

but I would gladly take up residency

inside the cage of yours.

My ashes and dust cannot be claimed,

because they are still blood and love

pumping through my treelike veins.