After I saw this my first thought was "such is life"..lol..Great write Sadie..

so true...que sera sera

Wind Songs

Blowing, it whispers through satin green, full, bright verdant. Spring. Notes are soft as leaves, newly grown, have pushed out of the winter's coat, budded, blossoming, veins pulsating with its gooey sap, dripping an ooze of new life. Its own rhythm.



In the warmth under the mimosa, fronds of delicate pink fans, tickle the air. Hot sings a, sweet, breathy infusion of midsummer night's kiss under a glittered, starry sky.



Sultry has welcomed a passion for repose, imposed with statures of visible frame, bare, bending, curling. Leaves wilting, tired, devoid of moisture. Notes are dry, shifty, tambourine crescendo, falling to solemn and scratchy undertones waiting to waft and float, mount and bluster, stirring thoughts to long shuffling walks, crackly fires and sipping hot cider behind creaky doors of home.





Leaves are gone, now. Flown and blown away with the last of the season. Snow has surprised, frosting our hopes with the muffled scrape on the windows. There, movement carries melody around the plants left to crackle and snap in the pounding beat of the stomping march on the path. Wind, unrestrained in the cold frozen, whistling like the forgotten tea kettle, sings for spring. Soon... soon.



SadieLu/2007

had to come into your room for a visit and some ahhhhh's. love this, love them all!!!!

Young, not knowing life,

wondering, trying,
experimenting that first kiss.

Knowing, wanting,
then to feel their miss.

All that we shared,
just to show we cared.

Twenty now and thinking a wife,
finding one who held my strife.

Married, made our babies,
all our love, with no maybe's.

Grown now into their own
mom's and dad's,,

Us fallen short on
the world we once
lived to see.

Breaking apart,
losing our heart.

Another year past
the last,

Time has whinkled
what once was so smooth.

Breakfast, or dinner,
only me to choose.

This stage of life,
past-tence wife.
Grandkids being made.
Generations,
unfolding in play.

hair of grey,
eyes looking past,
still with dreams,
with only one shadow,
to cast.

From unaware,
to dependible underware,
to having Nothing,
unable to share.

passing gas, in a crowd,
Or mumbling to yourself
out-laud...

Creeking as you sit,
on your toilet seat,
looking down,
at your swollen feet.

This is living,
as time, has no forgiving.

Nice to meet you,
I say looking in my mirror,
asking for some dinner,
As the nurse tells me,
its time for breakfast.

Living to just be,
that all, that everything,
that once was me.

Sleep

Do you ever think about dying? I think about how life has built up so many expectations that she cannot live up to, many of her own....expectations, that is.. Lately, I have listened to the deterioration of her hope, the stamina that was once so prevalent is waning. Once, desires to see her boy grow up have been taken from her by control, like she is a rabid dog needing to be contained. She just wants to love him. It's wrong, unfair and nothing will be done for her favor. The mental illness card will be drawn.
I know she thinks about how much better life for those around her would be, without her. She talks about how she has affected her sisters lives and put pressure on them, their family relationships.
Lately, how does one put a time expectancy on that? Is it today, yesterday or seconds ago? It seems all the same to her. She feels she has hurt everyone she loves, so she cannot do that anymore.
You see, a mother knows what is going on with her child, even if there is distance and circumstance that cannot be changed. She feels her boy. I feel my girl, oh how I feel her. I know what she is thinking. Will sleep help?
She's too far away right now.

SadieLu 7/26/2011

Aww,
Very nice... makes me think. "ukemi".

hello, it's been a while. I am confused, why "ukemi"?

Do you know ukemi? The art of getting thrown?
'tis an art indeed... life does it to us sometimes.
(edit) but a very vital thing to learn and understand...
And it, also, is very tiring... jmo.

I thought that is what you meant. I am in the tired stage. My daughter is on the phone right now, getting help. She is in VA, I am in Ok. Learning how to fall.

Hmm, my heart goes out to ya... really, really... more than an emoticon can suffice.
Life, like our nage, is a bidge...(said, in keeping with your CW/gender, as proffered...) but they're there to instuct... we have no enemies, right?

I wish you both the best...

as always, kind and encouraging

Epitaph

A bloated memory filling
a muddied crack
of never ending responses
reported from residual
presence.

Once upon a time we laughed.
Happiness held hope detailed
in clouds suspended in blue.
Future was a gift.
All that remains will be written
on blank pages.

SadieLu/2011

Ink Stains

Pricks of needled pain
bleeding hues mixed with red
black outlining thoughts.

SadieLu 2011

Now I wanna new tattoo...

I have a permanent marker and henna...

Are you tryin to get sexy with me...?
I'm a bit slo...

Draw all you'd like sweetie...

gorshk, blush...what do you mean?

speaking of turtles...
what did the snail say, riding on the turtle's back?.....

WHEEEEEEE!!!

Okay, okay...