Oh Viv..you are a treasure.

not me, you have to have a beautiful to write as you do!

I just look at it. You are kind, thank you, Viv.

That's right..you

I love you...
you know who you are.
You may not always
be recognized
for those wonderful things you do,
how you care so deeply,
just know that today...
I love you and
don't want to be without you.
Try to realize that
I am not the only one that ...
well enough mush..
you know who you are.

SadieLu 2011

it's great to have this ever-growing thread to revisit...

Prospecting

It will bring something new,
from something of old.
what cannot be borrowed
expected, foretold.
In the cool impending
surprise in frost,
not felt through the drought
forgotten but naught.

Embers cool amber
in crimson leaves
blowing to piles
carried by breeze.

Seasons grow time
Cries in the rain
blows the dry windy
to a frozen refrain.

Beginning to end.
living to dying,
memory survives
difference implying
something of old from everything new,
while breathing continues,
hope grows a view.

SadieLu /2011

I love seeing you.

Enchantment

On a magic morning
around the misty curves,
Playing in the rays of light
listening for the birds,
Tiny frogs play leap again
splash where puddles pool,
Skittering across the path
Are deer on nimble hooves.
This once upon a frosty glade
when meadow breaks the day
In the Smokey Mountains
along the Blue Ridge way.

SadieLu 2011

Color Of A Tear

The color of a tear
is hued of strokes unknown
seen amidst reflection
and tells a tale its own.
A painting a creation
clear yet leaving stain,
relieving pools no longer,
able to retain.
The depth is so revealing
a mystery is seen.
just how deep tear's color
is clear, determined, keen.

SadieLu 2008

Jejune

Shallow does not always
afford clear vision.
More times than naught,
it concentrates and clouds
in those pools that truly
could benefit from
flowing depth.

SadieLu 2011

We're there hours ago.

I don't know how far the tracks went, I just knew how far I walked them.
Explorin we'd call it. Lookin for anything we could find,
the secrets of the world, at least our world.
We would run past the old factory, dilapidated,vacant. I think there was not a time we rushed by breathless that we did not bring up the old story of how a young boy had been abused there.
I suppose it was told to keep us aware of our surroundings. It was, in a sense street knowledge, wisdom for country folk. Fear. The biggest motivation we were invested in.
A sigh of relief and then on to the trestle stepping wide, brave jumps over the gaps from the missing railroad ties. Across the crik, carefully to make it past the quicksand pond and finally, the blueberry bushes where we greedily and hungrily ate the succulent drops of yum.
We were left a bit disconcerted the last time the trek was made.
Evidence of someone having been there and left behind perhaps waiting for their return, was a stash of magazines. At first glance, curious fascination overlooked childish reality of what had actually been found, exposing only what the mind could imagine, opening a slow disintegration of purity and childhood innocence.
Through these years when I remember and share some of my memories, details are left out, a sort of silent gasp leaving a gap in the flow of thought expressed. Many of those thoughts are understood as memories are imagined and retold. Perhaps seeing the disappearing tracks and once in a moment, reliving the exuberance and mystery we shared as we grew up is enough to allow somethings not to be revisited.
Look how far we've come. How much further do we have to go? Are we there, yet?

SadieLu 2011

The Sitter

I take note
and make a check mark next to…
I am certain
I will not do that.

Pride wraps around
my intention
as surely as I take hold
of this pen
fitting my demeanor
like a kid glove.

Straightened and a deep breath taken,
I look at her.
You can always tell,
that cloudy, far away silence
as she combs her fingers through her hair.
Once I asked her what she was thinking.
“What do you mean, she asked.
We were talking about the children.”
I didn’t have the heart
to refute her.
Yes,
I am certain I will not…
But I wonder who will sit with me.

SadieLu2011

Thank you, Jeff. So glad you enjoy all of us here.

Love the sharing Sadie

Sweet, thank you Viv.

You are awesome

a very kind encouragement, thank you

In the twinkling

And vague in all its properties
hidden beneath,
unseen could do only as it would.
Anticipation grew, secretly
pushing away that which would not adhere.
Ambitious the task at hand.
Something so small
became almost unbearable,
acutely focused.
As expected, Soon could no longer survive.
And with its delivery,
Love gave Birth.

SadieLu 11/2011

Autumn's Eve

Denial
is such a depleting
exercise.
In color, muted of possibility.
In sound, distant of clarity.
In taste, a poison taking away
the sweet delicacies of living,
leaving it's stench.
Evidence of death
that refuses burial
waiting for the wind.

SadieLu 11/2011