Sarah Spang

Sarah Spang Oct 2014

If hers is a long and lonely climb
Atop her distant perch,
His then was a lengthy trek
Across the endless earth.

Inspired by sunshine and Nickelcreek. Always means always.

Sarah Spang Aug 2014

Things pass on, though slow it seems
They trickle like water past the rocks in a stream
Start slow as a whisper, and then climb to a yell
Start soft like heaven, then hard as hell.

Some things pass by and resound in ways
Like the whispers of the past that echo in caves
Like the tickle of the wind as it comforts me;
Carries worries on away on the ripple of a breeze.

On honey times a’ racing and times standing still
In the cracks of my heart there’s space left to fill
A minute seems short when forever’s on the line
You’ve given me a limit on winning all your time.

If I had any sort of musical talent I'd make this into a song

Sarah Spang Aug 2014

Tea

Chamomile, soft and mild and
Soothing on my tongue,
Pleasing like a sweet spring breeze
And gentle as a hum.

Wild orange, citrus sweet;
I'm drinking up the sun.
**** and dancing on my lips;
Remaining once it's gone

Lotus blossom green- serene,
Tranquility and calm.
Revitalizing with each sip
And healing like a balm

Chai is cozy comfort cupped
Between my chilly hands.
Cinnamon, spice within its scent
Is anything but bland

"Zen" is short for lemongrass
With fleeting hints of mint.
Tastes that conjure memories
Of early summer wind.

I sipped my lonely way through five
Each one a different strain
Their flavors mingled with me as
I watched the falling rain.

I was really bored at work today and tried to drink every kind of tea they offered. I'd say the brand, but I don't want to reveal any personal preferences ;)

#rain #silly

Sarah Spang Aug 2014

Goodbye for Now

I can’t, she thinks and cries in vain
Her lips take form upon his name
They tangle up her swollen tongue
And banish every song she’s sung.
The sun burns out, red smears the sky
And plunges into eternal night.

Goodnight, goodbye, so long for now
Sweet garish, perfect sun
Back to the night, achromatize
To shadows I’ve become.

Sarah Spang Aug 2014

Earth and Water (Inspired by Fire and Ice)

Robert Frost spoke of ice
And fire in his poems
A choice to claim the chill or heat
And call that choice his home.

I’ve found my heart in water
In earth, and in the breeze
Two options binding me for life
And one that sets me free.

Were I though, to chose one path
In struggle, just as Frost
There no simple words to show
Without one I’d be lost.

Sarah Spang Aug 2014

He is the Sea.

He is the tumultuous ocean,
The twisting, rolling sea
That feigns a certain gentleness
Until its rage breaks free

So vast and so unending
And limitless in worth
I took him once for granted
As I wandered through the surf.

Without the tumulus ocean
Without its rolling seas
Without the tide that tosses me
And never sets me free

The arid, fallow earth would crack
Beneath my burning feet
Reminding me of which I lost
And dried up with the heat

But salt leaves me to languish
No sweetness he can quench
Time will only tell from here
If love can fill this trench.

Sarah Spang Jun 2014

The Wanderer

She is a solemn wanderer,
A daughter of the road
The crunch of moving gravel
Is like balm upon her soul.

Each rambling, easy footstep,
Within each languid stride,
Keeps the poison thoughts
From taking root inside her mind.

Each footstep is a triumph
That pushes her along
Each gasping breath that fuels her
Is a lyric to her song.

At times she is a vagrant
When there is no place to go
When nothing feels familiar but
The stone that coats the road.

At times she is a traveler
That thirsts for foreign lands
Her mind drifts off to mountain sides,
Or golden sprawling sands.

And most times she’s a dreamer
Thinking of the day
She’ll let her restless, resolute legs
Take her far away.

In all, she is a wanderer,
A daughter of the road
Putting space between her thoughts
Upon the open road.