Returning Once More

A simple pause
in the the middle of the hurry
seems is not enough when you consider
the brevity
of such vulnerable implications
of implicit pride.

Surrounded in the moment
all that is past
what is to become
and that which is
in its perfection
to be achieved
becomes
without impulse
A breath
inhaled deliberately to release.
Evidence that you are
still alive
loved
with such inconsequential grandeur
a whisper of thanksgiving
enclosed in hope.

SadieLu 2011

I think it's about time

So I plan to do some meetin,
tired of clickin keys,
think we should get together
and laugh until we wheez.
More fun to look zackley
right into your eyes,
that time will go so quickly,
cuz you know how friendly flies.

SadieLu 11/2011

A return to the traditional things...?
Best of luck, truly.
(damn... i've been away so long that i've forgotten how to post correctly...)

LOL....and it was SOOOOOO much fun to meet you in person...I loved it!!!

Yay!!! and i cannot wait to visit AGAIN!!!

Hello Ted, I have been wondering about you.

Hopefully it will be sooner than later!

I hope so, too. Thinking of you and Eddie...with all that is going on over seas. Red loved the pics and the sculptures..said you looked familiar.

guess I just have that kind of face

Yeah I worry about him when he's gone overseas.

Wondering? Really...?
Well, wondering about me is how I got tagged
with "...Itis"
If peeps are patiant... I tend to grow on them after a while, or inflame them, haha.

...hope that you're doing well.

November Rose

November rose, with papered skirt
drying in the cold,
holding on to all she was,
a beauty just her own.
Simple sweet a thought observed.
Alone she held on tight.
With elegance and winsome grace
Her season bids good night.

SadieLu 11/2011

doing well thank you. We can all take turns...

Season's Bleating

We rely on
search for and count
in spacial increments.
One step leads to the next
precept upon precept
building as procreation
awaits another moment of hope
to burst forth with life.
Season to years
in circle
in mirrors
Crying and drying
for future
our tears.
Crying for dying
our blessings
our fears.

SadieLu 11/2011

Fears turned to tears,
knowing that love shade through the years.
Every road, takes us so many more miles away.
Just to wake one cold Winter morning.
To learn your right back where you started from.
Seasoned, ripened, ready to show the World.
All that you have become, enriched through wisdom lived.

Just saying HI Sadie,,and GOOD JOB HERE....You been thinking much huh,,,
Always a pleasure to read your heart...

November Rose, her time now slips away.
God's perfected gift to envy and enjoy.
Her endless hours opened, for all the World to see.
Never to see her fall, her frail, weakened stance,
alone against the Grey skies and scattered brown grass.
She amazed all this Summer, who caught her beautiful glance.
Fade not my precious darling,
for your fragrance shall
shadow each new day.
Breakfast eggs and ham, your aroma touching my smiles.

Bravo!! Bravo!!

curtsy curtsy, thank you ONe and all

Sweet Terry of you to notice. Do you think I think TOO much? hahahha

This Rose

Lonely, this
petals dried in the vase
hues faded to old
Brittle fragile
kept from the wind
placed in a corner
to gather dust.

Ah, memory
sweet life reminds
to appreciate
only moments
fleeting in shallow gasps
gifted when it was.

Once upon
lonely was not
yet birthed to know.
Now, bound
hope in Arms alone
wrapped
to love again.



SadieLu 11/2011

The Lighting Ceremony

Down the lane
decked with lights,
thrills for the looking
magic and bright.

No one noticed
the little child who
stared in silence
looking down at his shoe.

Seemed a sad shuffle
as he walked slowly along
while Carolers kept singing
the old Christmas song.

T’was a grand gathering
of people around
made little difference
his silence was bound.

His Mum, I suppose
was holding his hand.
She tried to look happy
part of her plan.

Perhaps it was just
the thoughts I was thinking
The lights were so bright
in the beautiful twinkling.

There was quite a long line
’round the man in the suit
greens, not red
and his laugh was a hoot.

All of a sudden
they met eye to eye
this quiet boy
and the man not so shy.

The smile on his face
could light up the dark,
Hello there son!
ignited the spark.

Dad! he exclaimed
when did you get here
I’ve waited and waited
it was a long long year.

His Mum was a cryin
and laughin too.
They held each other tight
what else could they do.

So the crowd cheered on
as they were leaving,
wrapped in each other
Love’s gift receiving.

SadieLu 12/2011