Call Me Sara: Favorites

Sep 2016 Call Me Sara

Little Bear

if only we would love
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away

Thank you all so so very much for all of the wonderful comments and kind words. I am so very grateful. I woke this morning to so many emails.. i actually thought my Mum had finally managed to use the email account i had set up for her and had sent me some messages :o)
but no .. haha bless her heart.. :o)

So.... again.. thank you thank you all forever, for all the hearts and all the love..
i feel it ***

Sep 2016 Call Me Sara

through my window

Sep 2016 Call Me Sara

SøułSurvivør

through my window

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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

*box?

☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.

#window #star #box

Sep 2016 Call Me Sara

THE NEGLECTED GARDEN

Sep 2016 Call Me Sara

Keith Wilson

THE NEGLECTED GARDEN

Passed  a  neglected  garden  of  late.
It  seemed  in  quite  a sorry  state.
Some  men  came  to  make  some  notes.
But  seemed  to  give  it  little  thought.
Up  on  high  the  grasses  grow.
Beneath  the  windows  row  by  row.
The  other  plants  just cry  with  pain.
I  guess  we'll  never  grow  again.
They  have  taken  up  our  space  on  the  ground
Like  an  advancing  army  I'll  be  bound.
They  are  taking  our  water  Oh  my.
As they  journey  to  the  sky.
Perhaps  it  soon will be  resolved.
And  peace  will  reign.
Once again

Keith  Wilson    Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Some revisons

#gardens

Aug 2016 Call Me Sara

Pretty things

Aug 2016 Call Me Sara

Akira Chinen

Pretty things

I like pens that bleed
Ink that smears
Girls with scars
Broken parts
***** clothes
Stained sheets
The hint of blood
The taste of lust
The smells of love
Nights through morning
Mornings to night
Suns that sleep
Moons that dream
And all the pretty
You hide underneath
Those pretty
Pretty
Pretty things