tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31887760550658327122024-03-18T10:37:16.467-07:00Sara J Mathews PoetrySarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-48062334464169170632024-03-18T10:11:00.000-07:002024-03-18T10:36:44.124-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLD2iO4gARPqXqY_o2_P7ndhcqLggk1XTzKZ0pXwUGF9OY5QPeCLL9x1Ncg04UvrhzJdkfGS9TYRhxykQcYCEmJApdpoguwI3m1q7HUb_JcXFoXwfv54UhhSTgC45p_m3f6nkoy3Z_tg0fkC6vIKsDLAErALisAtc9eOF6-RIBCwFo6mStbwjQ1yx5XzU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="732" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLD2iO4gARPqXqY_o2_P7ndhcqLggk1XTzKZ0pXwUGF9OY5QPeCLL9x1Ncg04UvrhzJdkfGS9TYRhxykQcYCEmJApdpoguwI3m1q7HUb_JcXFoXwfv54UhhSTgC45p_m3f6nkoy3Z_tg0fkC6vIKsDLAErALisAtc9eOF6-RIBCwFo6mStbwjQ1yx5XzU=w320-h279" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The stars brought me folly</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">tonight</div><div style="text-align: center;">so bright did they call</div><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't resist</div><div style="text-align: center;">their enchanting display</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I wandered all night</div><div style="text-align: center;">to the very next day</div><div style="text-align: center;">connecting the dots</div><div style="text-align: center;">and accounting them all</div><div style="text-align: center;">my feet are as tired </div></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">as dog stars</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">but my mind's eye </div></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">is sparkled</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">my being is lightened</div><div style="text-align: center;">my essence enthralled</div></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews March 2024</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Duy Huynh </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.duyhuynh.com/duy-huynh-artwork/">https://www.duyhuynh.com/duy-huynh-artwork/</a></span></div><p>
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</p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-6015112841328193312024-02-26T07:03:00.000-08:002024-02-26T07:11:20.381-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisNjHU_iiiWSthteHx_X8lp8UA16f-Ib9K7yDQJVO3WIPTIEoRwvdlJmK08c2WYHhXWOKVbUxcyK1fnBBniiAxp_VGX3zdjetJceN0emb67bD2DxAEOgqQFnf-o54CybGSGK3eCRaywvhl0RrALqGrhrRQvk1CvhkcHsOqYi7rvF2sFH0DgvtaWATJKMU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="705" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisNjHU_iiiWSthteHx_X8lp8UA16f-Ib9K7yDQJVO3WIPTIEoRwvdlJmK08c2WYHhXWOKVbUxcyK1fnBBniiAxp_VGX3zdjetJceN0emb67bD2DxAEOgqQFnf-o54CybGSGK3eCRaywvhl0RrALqGrhrRQvk1CvhkcHsOqYi7rvF2sFH0DgvtaWATJKMU=w320-h231" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A gypsy wind</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: left;">blew in</div><div style="text-align: left;">rolled in</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">like a caravan</div><div style="text-align: left;">music</div><div style="text-align: left;">dancing</div><div style="text-align: left;">swooning the moon</div><div style="text-align: left;">teasing my feet</div><div style="text-align: left;">to follow</div><div style="text-align: left;">follow this tune</div><div style="text-align: left;">of carefree flight</div><div style="text-align: left;">abandon this trudge</div><div style="text-align: left;">from day to day</div><div style="text-align: left;">tie jewels</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">and ribbons</div><div style="text-align: left;">from toe to hair</div><div style="text-align: left;">shake the soldered chains</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">we bear</div><div style="text-align: left;">be merry</div><div style="text-align: left;">be light</div><div style="text-align: left;">festoon all cares</div><div style="text-align: left;">and send them burning</div><div style="text-align: left;">into the night</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sara Mathews February 2024</div><div style="text-align: left;">Joseph Tomanek</div></span></div>
Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-31980472127874744552023-12-10T05:43:00.000-08:002023-12-10T06:05:14.495-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBcZUNDl4zDxISX0FgJ-SjVICxP_kfTeTkeoU11Uy9mT5KW_lO-44V2Q1rYI-KDPqMM7qEvI39ODQ8TExXVesc8As4h5XfzOFPf4pLj7C-YiTETJYQ_CZ3TcaiqSBmBaicYwJr613J0SyltaRGZ0i-01X4pJRoKaVfhUm1NjNEqmsNipYs_anKSd4sByY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="737" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBcZUNDl4zDxISX0FgJ-SjVICxP_kfTeTkeoU11Uy9mT5KW_lO-44V2Q1rYI-KDPqMM7qEvI39ODQ8TExXVesc8As4h5XfzOFPf4pLj7C-YiTETJYQ_CZ3TcaiqSBmBaicYwJr613J0SyltaRGZ0i-01X4pJRoKaVfhUm1NjNEqmsNipYs_anKSd4sByY=w640-h461" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">How sweet the eve</span></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">at the end of the day</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">when dusk falls from the sky</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and the stars stitch neatly in</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and a soft breeze nuzzles</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">the sleepy leaves</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and the wild moon climbs</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to his lofty crest</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and the earth swells up</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to the taste of dew</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">a cooling hand on her brow</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and the din and the fiddle</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">of bird and bee</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and their songs of light</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">have come to rest</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">how sweet the sound</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">of the midnight hour</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">when a hush drifts in</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">around</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and night lies down</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to her feathery bower</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and the milky clouds</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">weave an inky sea</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and now</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">how sweet the entirety</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to be as one</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">but a pulse</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">and a breath</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Sara Mathews December 2023</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Photograph by Ingrid Mathews</span></div>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-32969167695347985202023-10-24T09:59:00.000-07:002023-10-24T09:59:20.026-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNsKTNv3mFFzTaWYgsL6AT2IIAotGKCsrtdeJmJQAlHU-ahm5duPFZDzy8wHGO9eBVUFV7hoyTLFRy7joan36cq0fBdg6FPF9lyKhiC7Pg8dLbzUE_1DMFcZWbDRQdsNxupGDBhN1BV5esfKEMWAg5XZvH1BnnqgcFrlztWFc6WR3bw5eTwaaxxMNYW3s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="697" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNsKTNv3mFFzTaWYgsL6AT2IIAotGKCsrtdeJmJQAlHU-ahm5duPFZDzy8wHGO9eBVUFV7hoyTLFRy7joan36cq0fBdg6FPF9lyKhiC7Pg8dLbzUE_1DMFcZWbDRQdsNxupGDBhN1BV5esfKEMWAg5XZvH1BnnqgcFrlztWFc6WR3bw5eTwaaxxMNYW3s=w318-h400" width="318" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">This morning brought</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">a lone goose cry<br />a wild and poignant<br />last goodbye<br />that echoed long behind<br />and rippled out<br />to all four corners<br />of my mind<br />and nestled down into<br />
my thoughts<br />it seemed a mournful call<br />did I imagine him bereaved<br />I wondered at his solo trip<br />his absent Vee<br />could he be scout<br />or straggler<br />did he stay back<br />with hope<br />and did he pray<br />like me<br />for one more chance<br />for one more day</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews October 2023</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Maruyama Okyo</span></div>
Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-76761191898211747172023-07-10T06:02:00.000-07:002023-07-10T06:02:13.416-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha24iaJUlBG0F7SBSEDku4fZMkSAh9bkO9gg0ADNCGu6lWG25BU7Vv_Wf7KPXyXATNv5za5ytScCo8084Q5uFjKEVgyGrrxH3Ju1TEQnwogkXfknOr3NFrhGOyw0MC1pYDH7hkWiH-NnkLzg3dR4N71JXHJmitZ_IFHp5KNSNlOpGABV1jKUyChUmcamE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="913" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEha24iaJUlBG0F7SBSEDku4fZMkSAh9bkO9gg0ADNCGu6lWG25BU7Vv_Wf7KPXyXATNv5za5ytScCo8084Q5uFjKEVgyGrrxH3Ju1TEQnwogkXfknOr3NFrhGOyw0MC1pYDH7hkWiH-NnkLzg3dR4N71JXHJmitZ_IFHp5KNSNlOpGABV1jKUyChUmcamE" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">This gentle rain<br />so quiet to the soul<br />the soft and steady drum<br />of letting go<br />each drop<br />a thought<br />each bounce upon the ground<br />implies resilience<br />each rivulet<br />a flow<br />
of sweet release<br />and sky as silver as the sound<br />requires nothing<br />but to breathe the air<br />as sweet communion<br />one Robin sings<br />a single note<br />and takes the morning in<br />we praise the rain gods<br />he and I<br />and offer them<br />Amen</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews July 10 2023</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Lois Bryan </span></div><p>
</p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-61896496325323812032023-04-24T05:47:00.000-07:002023-04-24T05:47:34.084-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilzPOWBiQQHN43YQ1flS8SRlxzyIGfb5cVFfbMdz35cZUL9NwWjdXY08wTmC7ZQXfwjftMkRvmqyG3bH-ofbwAW4vYAI_wjRQb69H0yj1c_Pt6muXWoi0Ao1HPvyLZHyZOZ-9zTPyk_1uYGw7zRkuH7QzXB0tkltBV_SWZoXjNhtudqRFhulHLQVcY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="620" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilzPOWBiQQHN43YQ1flS8SRlxzyIGfb5cVFfbMdz35cZUL9NwWjdXY08wTmC7ZQXfwjftMkRvmqyG3bH-ofbwAW4vYAI_wjRQb69H0yj1c_Pt6muXWoi0Ao1HPvyLZHyZOZ-9zTPyk_1uYGw7zRkuH7QzXB0tkltBV_SWZoXjNhtudqRFhulHLQVcY=w293-h400" width="293" /></a></div><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />We're waking up<br />we're ready</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">now<br />
yet<br />how steady falls the rain<br />that keeps us damply<br />rooted in<br />and pleading bleakly<br />at the sky<br />just one small nod<br />a simple wink<br />a bit of hope<br />that you are nigh<br />have look at us<br />we're drenched<br />enough<br />our newborn shoots are cloaked<br />in grey<br />our weather boots and hood<br />are tired<br />and won't mind being hung<br />away<br />come out<br />come out<br />
your eminence<br />
our salutations wane<br />don't leave us tremble<br />
let us wait<br />nor genuflect<br />in vain </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews April 2023</span></div><p>
</p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-9468557480778314542023-04-09T05:46:00.000-07:002023-04-09T05:46:37.455-07:00<p> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUmu05nHjVAi5hT9kQ0rQfxCrV_l9d_vSq6iAdq5trbr8jc0ouOxmY35azmFnh8NrPJ_0w6DxJT6gx4TH5D-U2KS_IMzj4ZkZNAThg8YJDkXbsznfGf3z1QIT0EaXauT2McI-dAVOCvw-RdFuq-qzSFBN7t_Lx0Zj5AnDdeN8JsMSyNP-SYYbfmrbS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="259" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUmu05nHjVAi5hT9kQ0rQfxCrV_l9d_vSq6iAdq5trbr8jc0ouOxmY35azmFnh8NrPJ_0w6DxJT6gx4TH5D-U2KS_IMzj4ZkZNAThg8YJDkXbsznfGf3z1QIT0EaXauT2McI-dAVOCvw-RdFuq-qzSFBN7t_Lx0Zj5AnDdeN8JsMSyNP-SYYbfmrbS=w212-h400" width="212" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Oh good morning<br />hello<br />how are we<br />such a chirp and a chatter<br />
a joyous chorale<br />it is Spring in the altar<br />and green on the bough<br />the sky is aflutter with wing<br />violets and daffodils<br />
freshen their dress<br />and crocuses sing<br />the breeze is a lamb<br />and the sky is a<br />
lark<br />and we none can remember<br />the cold and the dark</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews April 2023</span></div><p>
</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-57022502784465498182023-04-02T06:21:00.004-07:002023-04-02T07:22:50.455-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrdvgsZGcfFDFRYQt0rB_6-JlUyP_3ZRO_k0JF05gXavRFOLqPySmSkOV629pWxnhKjrDrOlkYY21zim_XME2JQlra04Ax_QuZhSya0rul1-i45_jbSYJk58ldQbPmnvo7teh9m9PZS0-dbbcD8xA8h41szoIRIBvD4pXGax84sbjvT1ejkU15B8yJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="247" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrdvgsZGcfFDFRYQt0rB_6-JlUyP_3ZRO_k0JF05gXavRFOLqPySmSkOV629pWxnhKjrDrOlkYY21zim_XME2JQlra04Ax_QuZhSya0rul1-i45_jbSYJk58ldQbPmnvo7teh9m9PZS0-dbbcD8xA8h41szoIRIBvD4pXGax84sbjvT1ejkU15B8yJ=w283-h400" width="283" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As mornings go<br />most things were fine<br />the sun showed up<br />pretty much on time<br />a few cloud squabbles<br />here and there<br />before they settled in<br />a bit of bickery wind<br />a brooding mist<br />
hung in the wings<br />and held its breath<br />to know its fate<br />a cheery bird<br />hopped up and down<br />and urged the day to<br />Act like Spring</span></div>
<br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Sara Mathews April 2023</p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-48678880430520570022023-03-20T05:29:00.000-07:002023-03-20T05:29:49.910-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwzVM-CU5IsyFLqoGIUXTd1F_KwZMXcKpXD-7n11xiimQDUyVGTaQ_lRo3zx20AHSM8LBRX5zrRUpyXiZUOrFr3u4CooPlg4xELZ0iV2L3uvpXBAI1TkjhpvBI9Y-U_LRYM-hX3WmJqKssH708fAiRCwvv1kxgRHZnWLt2OVpEu3xLK3Y_4j7cCwh0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="614" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwzVM-CU5IsyFLqoGIUXTd1F_KwZMXcKpXD-7n11xiimQDUyVGTaQ_lRo3zx20AHSM8LBRX5zrRUpyXiZUOrFr3u4CooPlg4xELZ0iV2L3uvpXBAI1TkjhpvBI9Y-U_LRYM-hX3WmJqKssH708fAiRCwvv1kxgRHZnWLt2OVpEu3xLK3Y_4j7cCwh0=w348-h400" width="348" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I feel the winds of change<br />aflutter in my chest<br />there is no sign of storm<br />but yet<br />a gale is rattling at my bones<br />a gust is at my brow<br />the ifs and whens<br />are wuthering<br />and restless birds catch<br />
at my breath<br />like Petrels at my prow<br />the sun is steady<br />not a blink<br />she shines without a qualm<br />a cobalt sea<br />
so mirror clear<br />reflects an anxious pond<br />a wild wave is pummeling<br />a tempest gathers force<br />a hurricane is readying<br />
to blow me off my course<br />but yet<br />the day is silent<br />not a stir<br />not one<br />
disheveled cloud<br />or thought<br />no urgent sky<br />no harried wind<br />
and nothing overwrought</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews March 2023</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Duy Huynh (used with permission)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.duyhuynh.com/">https://www.duyhuynh.com</a><br /></span></div>
<br /><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-27458961387443680622023-01-18T05:59:00.002-08:002023-01-18T06:18:55.150-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTZsRcU6Ag9DHKZkwTQSbiE6OiUeLvg076_ihVIyJ0aWdMnFnKGaBaAcd3g64J06gf-ysiV5HA0bqCNePi_Rh9FGn3In4inFp_GNt1dkibibtky6PoSCZvqFugojVFYzchZF7k083cAvaB0kMq7931OINRdSZJkU74cyX7gY8F_5OjrCfsNt4-appk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="270" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTZsRcU6Ag9DHKZkwTQSbiE6OiUeLvg076_ihVIyJ0aWdMnFnKGaBaAcd3g64J06gf-ysiV5HA0bqCNePi_Rh9FGn3In4inFp_GNt1dkibibtky6PoSCZvqFugojVFYzchZF7k083cAvaB0kMq7931OINRdSZJkU74cyX7gY8F_5OjrCfsNt4-appk=w268-h400" width="268" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Where are you going<br />whirred the wind<br />as she tripped at my feet<br />nagged at my sleeve<br />wait up she cried<br />you are faster than I<br />this morning<br />why<br />and the rain dropped<br />insisting I slow up a pace<br />but I kept her in tow<br />always one step behind<br />and the crow<br />
even he<br />flapped his wet windy wing<br />but could not keep me shadow<br />today<br />I am off and away<br />from all feather and fuss<br />and all weathery muss<br />I take to the hills of<br />my kind of ideal<br />with a crow<br />and the rain<br />and the wind<br />
at my heel
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2023</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Maxfield Parrish</span></div>
<br /><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-21301152516059478522023-01-09T06:44:00.001-08:002023-01-09T06:44:10.174-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEhowkof05_HgpxjWkIgmSXZ_QL6Md2IoyDkXeovaQHjL9wXRNwHGenV-yFDSNruBV-wDO57U1tX5YHA_UcFTU4Yt2E8hf64giM9r5pBXwbxdksVTGSU9nBly6ywma1xnKgP_dOGUgCU7eccLHv1VHjk7l-AWJZH0SjBY_Npmm2A4pgo8tWK0iE0oe" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="627" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEhowkof05_HgpxjWkIgmSXZ_QL6Md2IoyDkXeovaQHjL9wXRNwHGenV-yFDSNruBV-wDO57U1tX5YHA_UcFTU4Yt2E8hf64giM9r5pBXwbxdksVTGSU9nBly6ywma1xnKgP_dOGUgCU7eccLHv1VHjk7l-AWJZH0SjBY_Npmm2A4pgo8tWK0iE0oe=w400-h323" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I like January<br />the sharp clear breath of her<br />the sense to start again<br />so fresh<br />a mind can think<br />can leave the haze and<br />muddle of the past missteps<br />or unintended ways<br />a crisp new page she turns<br />that second face<br />a chance for words<br />to opposite themselves<br />
despair to hope<br />effrontery to grace<br />to learn ourselves<br />from equal sides<br />accept our many flaws<br />and yet restored<br />
in knowing<br />
that as Januarys do<br />we all begin anew</span></div>
<p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sara Mathews January 2022<br />Photography ~ Ingrid Mathews</div>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-58708538652311597142022-12-08T03:49:00.000-08:002022-12-08T03:49:35.562-08:00<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKHTMPa4o2xDODLr_DcEURCW0ci65G5aLqCWTCDD_ceuLwbL-joiHCIUDSZT_YVJS0aKIF3pBuaMopF2h1G72BQSngKg57HRAkvDCPqQfa10pToY_MG51ENuLBPQ8Fj-wXRZPfaBaL2twCw6D8ZhO3BmMpsieYmo1dCFkPNOOlSL-_W3fekXm4xH9f" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="613" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKHTMPa4o2xDODLr_DcEURCW0ci65G5aLqCWTCDD_ceuLwbL-joiHCIUDSZT_YVJS0aKIF3pBuaMopF2h1G72BQSngKg57HRAkvDCPqQfa10pToY_MG51ENuLBPQ8Fj-wXRZPfaBaL2twCw6D8ZhO3BmMpsieYmo1dCFkPNOOlSL-_W3fekXm4xH9f=w400-h379" width="400" /></a></div><br />This night is meant<br />for wandering<br />
when hazy moon<br />drifts by and reaches in<br />to shake me<br />
by surprise<br />she hovers at my window<br />
there<br />bestirring me for company<br />and thus beseeched<br />
I must oblige<br />arise she croons<br />and thence go I<br />barefooted soul<br />a hooded naif<br />I now belong to her<br />an eager child<br />I tread her wake<br />give up<br />
chides she<br />all earthly care<br />the binds of humankind<br />and thrash your branchy arms<br />and throw your shadow high<br />climb up<br />up<br />these nights are solely<br />meant for we<br />these skies that whisk us<br />
wayward wide<br />
and tug our anchored core<br />we are not tree<br />connected fast<br />
and rooted firm<br />stray free the grounding ties<br />unloose<br />uncurl<br />
allow<br />the travelers life<br />we choose tonight<br />four winds shall bear us<br />soft and fleet<br />we'll set the sail<br />no chart nor will<br />
and rudderless<br />
we'll man the prow<br />as stars salt down<br />around us now</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">Sara Mathews December 2022</div>
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Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-75893379118235742862022-11-28T05:27:00.002-08:002022-11-28T05:27:32.441-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6uPcs-iNe2VbRAby0TdDOe8daqjsUH7eaH5sOFcBG5QQ22iwjGUbid-7ZsrMDCP9vog4h0TdnynhP0y2UvRicbC_H5WiCm9PCzJz-LqKDp86K9RYOP7tFaEZCujtPFeh78IfBeu7qgunpu1bxGr1Rl4dqK8bus2-LjuwYXJE5G0veNmTMSAu_97uZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="593" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6uPcs-iNe2VbRAby0TdDOe8daqjsUH7eaH5sOFcBG5QQ22iwjGUbid-7ZsrMDCP9vog4h0TdnynhP0y2UvRicbC_H5WiCm9PCzJz-LqKDp86K9RYOP7tFaEZCujtPFeh78IfBeu7qgunpu1bxGr1Rl4dqK8bus2-LjuwYXJE5G0veNmTMSAu_97uZ=w400-h291" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">On waking I believe<br />A careless wind has swept my thoughts<br />away<br />I had a dream of nice and warm<br />to get me through the<br />
day<br />but wind had else in mind for<br />
me<br />she wrested words for fun<br />and whirled them high<br />and ruffled them<br />and all the letters came<br />
undone<br />and now I chase them here and<br />there<br />they scatter deftly through the<br />
air<br />and run amok beneath the trees<br />and sweep the walk and rush the<br />leaves<br />
and what is left<br />
but sit<br />
and stare<br />and<br />
breathe</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews November 2022</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Kiyoshi Nakajima</span></div>
Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-27414262806060618002022-07-03T05:56:00.005-07:002022-07-03T05:58:18.047-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4pYSvikItpvrsmfNZFEHa49ZkAF_u3_52EtfzqzojY9wDIpTgD3_EqBvItKqSCVku93NGJSRKvw_KKJ4fIKTOEhqlM_UYKaWATIeHVC4ZOUaz6cM8qKX9nSgLYrQHoddha6FSF7AKa9Drqg958rd7G48BqNSUOI8m6pVoMxY2yKR-9G1DfJTDg5fV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="661" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4pYSvikItpvrsmfNZFEHa49ZkAF_u3_52EtfzqzojY9wDIpTgD3_EqBvItKqSCVku93NGJSRKvw_KKJ4fIKTOEhqlM_UYKaWATIeHVC4ZOUaz6cM8qKX9nSgLYrQHoddha6FSF7AKa9Drqg958rd7G48BqNSUOI8m6pVoMxY2yKR-9G1DfJTDg5fV=w297-h400" width="297" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I'm sorry for hogging<br />
the top of the tree<br />but that's where I sit<br />if you look all around<br />
there are other tall trees<br />but this one's not it<br />I am taller than tall<br />I can see all of all<br />from the length of my eye<br />and the width of my wing<br />I can understand earthlings<br />and sky-lings<br />and things<br />it should not be so hard<br />from this vantage I hold<br />if we cherished our vision<br />of blue green and gold<br />of the peace of the meadow<br />the rippling sea<br />the calm of the mountains<br />the strength of each tree<br />I can't give up my perch<br />but a neighbor you'd be<br />if you sat at the top<br />of the tree next to me<br />you would know what I know<br />at the crest of the world<br />if you nurtured your earth place<br />as would any bird<br />
you would hold it to heart<br />you would understand all<br />if you'd just find a tree<br />that is taller than tall</span></div>
<br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">Sara Mathews July 2022<br />Photograph ~ Ingrid Mathews</div>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-68890435212056920312022-06-20T06:39:00.001-07:002022-06-20T06:39:39.178-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisfN5DL8IZj0jq2afnOhcxdndbvojdsWSym2yzBMuV2v4AODTpyHcxjG5MHCbE-w2jQW127-Fn0PkA8yS-P-9h7ht-fNUQnjNWKjxl3vs9TQeIv1bUC0B6FrnI4u42xLTAJjg6bL3JhJErYVBoTRcqlgkwts0KjiQHktE5KiLH80aFghzyxE3Q09a7" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="615" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisfN5DL8IZj0jq2afnOhcxdndbvojdsWSym2yzBMuV2v4AODTpyHcxjG5MHCbE-w2jQW127-Fn0PkA8yS-P-9h7ht-fNUQnjNWKjxl3vs9TQeIv1bUC0B6FrnI4u42xLTAJjg6bL3JhJErYVBoTRcqlgkwts0KjiQHktE5KiLH80aFghzyxE3Q09a7=w380-h400" width="380" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sometimes<br />
the world<br />
stops<br />
the wind stops<br />the birds<br />stop<br />it's a pin drop<br />
day<br />and I<br />
will lose myself<br />and walk into the silence<br />until<br />my feet stop<br />until my mind lies down<br />amid the quiet<br />
flowers<br />
and the healing earth<br />
has hidden me<br />and swaddled me<br />in hues of<br />
noiseless color<br />and there I'll stay<br />until<br />the world<br />recovers</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews June 2022</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Duy Huynh (used with permission)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="https://www.duyhuynh.com/duy-huynh-artwork/">https://www.duyhuynh.com/duy-huynh-artwork/</a><br /></span></div>
<br /><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-26467757146113868682022-06-05T07:10:00.000-07:002022-06-05T07:10:25.646-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8lqBcB8YD3M8tjrT7Oa_mcRrjqDd_oi6CJ0Eg_o_k7iKHuvucdCdbX5lTFPdGVvtKAo9hEyx2QVgpeMJhJbwLMsnWq8btsaXsZOqMT7FC4Mrv6fHfaQaEU-8y4B3tmTH7X9-Gm6FkRbxAe_0Un6piMFsdNfrzBI1VPHekeZZajYgEE-k1DgbUot6V" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="426" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8lqBcB8YD3M8tjrT7Oa_mcRrjqDd_oi6CJ0Eg_o_k7iKHuvucdCdbX5lTFPdGVvtKAo9hEyx2QVgpeMJhJbwLMsnWq8btsaXsZOqMT7FC4Mrv6fHfaQaEU-8y4B3tmTH7X9-Gm6FkRbxAe_0Un6piMFsdNfrzBI1VPHekeZZajYgEE-k1DgbUot6V=w388-h400" width="388" /></a></div><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">the birds still sing<br />when I am at a loss<br />when news is grim<br />and day begins in every land<br />of peace and war<br />and stories that one<br />can't ignore<br />but yet cannot take in<br />the birds still sing<br />when right is muddled<br />into wrong<br />and hate and violence<br />
grow strong<br />and selfless voices fade<br />and goodness too<br />the birds begin each day<br />anew<br />with hope<br />they pray in song<br />they sing</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews ~ May 2022</span></div><p>
</p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-88670282664350798512022-03-16T07:24:00.001-07:002022-03-16T18:17:58.586-07:00<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdGOhJfWgcdV6iFVOzMSWPbMb2pYOm-MzDF41KArlDTucIv2H_xpTFT-Xq_1i11u25osYk13GODB6vYGuUGNJd9z4WpTMO8TcygiA5wrZwYXeKKS7xlz_eVUmYA4HAeUh1UXepwvVmBASbml6u3dK4L3mSppJcS0QKnZgsY0HG75os01hk5bqZkHQM" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="1001" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdGOhJfWgcdV6iFVOzMSWPbMb2pYOm-MzDF41KArlDTucIv2H_xpTFT-Xq_1i11u25osYk13GODB6vYGuUGNJd9z4WpTMO8TcygiA5wrZwYXeKKS7xlz_eVUmYA4HAeUh1UXepwvVmBASbml6u3dK4L3mSppJcS0QKnZgsY0HG75os01hk5bqZkHQM=w400-h343" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">One sky begins</span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;">one eye opens</div><div style="text-align: center;">gradually admitting in</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">the day</div><div style="text-align: center;">one morning calls arise</div><div style="text-align: center;">a new sun brims</div><div style="text-align: center;">one eye open too for him</div><div style="text-align: center;">a hesitating mind we share</div><div style="text-align: center;">what lingerings</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">or worries have we brought</div><div style="text-align: center;">what hazy thought</div><div style="text-align: center;">of yesterday</div><div style="text-align: center;">or dreams that shadow he and me</div><div style="text-align: center;">We sort the nagging cumulus</div><div style="text-align: center;">the ones we can control</div><div style="text-align: center;">these we can</div><div style="text-align: center;">those we can't</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">could we reform</div><div style="text-align: center;">a world reborn</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sky is pretty</div><div style="text-align: center;">oyster grey</div><div style="text-align: center;">a peaceful dove</div><div style="text-align: center;">and yet too soft</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">exposing us</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">an underbelly to the prey</div><div style="text-align: center;">We breathe our affirmations in</div><div style="text-align: center;">blue sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">blue sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">We breathe our anxious clouds away</div><div style="text-align: center;">blue sky</div></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br />Sara Mathews March 2022<br />Artwork ~ Duy Huynh <a href="https://www.duyhuynh.com/artwork/duy-huynh-selected-archives/">https://www.duyhuynh.com</a></span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-5648517221994017052022-03-08T06:08:00.003-08:002022-03-08T06:08:47.986-08:00<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2RFWRAJ71Wkhfc2eJf25isdbQyPVTq637lbccqupcuccLFKGiDJvhiGKvDbDaAlsaIV8ib-kBg0koCWloLTMdkBDmATLdwXtzNoMLiqG4aswxZypu8qQzeuUWfHgFz2iOAvXyDEAJA1WJOeMu7yOJwXeQx1SboQCpQXFJRSAkGW7-ePjR8Koen-Rn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="196" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2RFWRAJ71Wkhfc2eJf25isdbQyPVTq637lbccqupcuccLFKGiDJvhiGKvDbDaAlsaIV8ib-kBg0koCWloLTMdkBDmATLdwXtzNoMLiqG4aswxZypu8qQzeuUWfHgFz2iOAvXyDEAJA1WJOeMu7yOJwXeQx1SboQCpQXFJRSAkGW7-ePjR8Koen-Rn=w303-h400" width="303" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">you rose at last<br />so round<br />so full<br />
with lolling face<br />lopsided smile<br />you rolled from eider cloud<br />appearing somewhat tipsy<br />if I may<br />a bit dismayed<br />perhaps<br />
with your own self<br />in all your beauty<br />a luminous display of revelry<br />and though I thought<br />I knew you well<br />most every night<br />in every phase<br />this drunken you<br />
was new<br />oh this is most disorderly<br />to be so new and full<br />the same<br />before the calendar can<br />name just who and when<br />and where<br />
and chart your every move<br />confusing me<br />amok you went<br />and bent the world<br />like it was your affair<br />was it February<br />that satisfied you so<br />the perfect haze to burgeon<br />then the smoothest night to trawl<br />across an icy sky<br />
a snowbound earth<br />aglow below<br />reflecting high<br />your pie-eyed gaze<br />to join you on your<br />
bender too<br />to traipse<br />
a wayward<br />errant<br />grinning<br />clearly sideways<br />most intoxicating<br />
night with you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews March 2022</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Baljeet Panaiche</span></div>
Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-36791040577326552902022-01-22T04:35:00.002-08:002022-01-22T04:38:37.843-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl83sl-R9lGsEkfUF3SY__PiiGggnNcmNf0JVtbv-gS_WTRRHa5f97mGH7icNDMDHWTmKKZUOxnjpnrVEb5qxuUWRnIiqbySQ9z-QZmyG-SQRCYsEQOgV8sfpW4G4seXa_TSMCiBi1GUsS9mITYsVaw6K4rxgqMGYRF3p50q0IQ2NmUZqDszvFBAbw=s493" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="315" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjl83sl-R9lGsEkfUF3SY__PiiGggnNcmNf0JVtbv-gS_WTRRHa5f97mGH7icNDMDHWTmKKZUOxnjpnrVEb5qxuUWRnIiqbySQ9z-QZmyG-SQRCYsEQOgV8sfpW4G4seXa_TSMCiBi1GUsS9mITYsVaw6K4rxgqMGYRF3p50q0IQ2NmUZqDszvFBAbw=w255-h400" width="255" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Good evening moon<br />You’re looking much like me<br />Or I like you <br />Might be the case<br />A winter face we share tonight<br />Same shape<br />Same wan expression <br />Same fair to middling phase<br />We climb together through the cloud<br />My mind as high as yours<br />My feet still to the ground <br />A curious night <br />We idle in <br />Surveying all the middling sights<br />The quiet stars<br />So taciturn <br />The trees are hushed<br />No raucous bird<br />The not too hot<br />The not too cold<br />No rain or snow to blur the eye<br />No restlessness<br />Or scuttling <br />The wind is busy somewhere else<br />No heavy mist<br />Or leaden fog<br />Just me the earth and you the sky<br />And so we share the evening thus<br />Until it’s time to bid goodbye </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-29595716490852537802022-01-18T05:25:00.000-08:002022-01-18T05:25:08.005-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicqldlOnOnPPlGY0XyLuuA8yDFd0VP-zxdLE97aRUxicUa24rjdzqpxP1B6sxiGKZqbhgTMUYGcevEGX6ejsMwG65x7EwknQQ5fyh0BeNF_y7e2pTXYG9YfwDA35Je1X9TN_UnYGyBua8hG5O5f-Gv1nyKHWDzwjfcUUYWPiNTa9mVw_ah18OXvWLf=s483" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="483" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicqldlOnOnPPlGY0XyLuuA8yDFd0VP-zxdLE97aRUxicUa24rjdzqpxP1B6sxiGKZqbhgTMUYGcevEGX6ejsMwG65x7EwknQQ5fyh0BeNF_y7e2pTXYG9YfwDA35Je1X9TN_UnYGyBua8hG5O5f-Gv1nyKHWDzwjfcUUYWPiNTa9mVw_ah18OXvWLf=w400-h328" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The wind woke me up <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Last night<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sleepless and needy<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">She rattled my window<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">She banged at my door<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">She wished for my company<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Why<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’m not sure <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">The moon kept me up then<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">So full of the days<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">She saw me awake <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And she needed a cry<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">The tears with the wind<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Was a wintry mix<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I brought them both in<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I fixed them some tea<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I sat them both down<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">For a bit of a chat<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And I soothed them <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And calmed them ‘cause <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I am like that<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then I ushered them out<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">With some very wise words<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">As I wondered how they were <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">In charge of the world?!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-55085319810616018952022-01-17T06:18:00.000-08:002022-01-17T06:18:40.662-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVruychYNqZP6MFWH78Crn_3uh4rsWUeF_STqzsptb3uR-MbFADlhHcw7lgDGJcew1-SX7sbwiALd5VGNgwoSqepEMRDwvdaqSeQGGDVy7w9Sab-jBj6MoXE8xfUZ9b0IDx9LDeD-O2PY-mRpx6tJILGh870MAwzMeJLu154AFhx7T84NY9nARc8T3=s427" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="427" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVruychYNqZP6MFWH78Crn_3uh4rsWUeF_STqzsptb3uR-MbFADlhHcw7lgDGJcew1-SX7sbwiALd5VGNgwoSqepEMRDwvdaqSeQGGDVy7w9Sab-jBj6MoXE8xfUZ9b0IDx9LDeD-O2PY-mRpx6tJILGh870MAwzMeJLu154AFhx7T84NY9nARc8T3=w400-h314" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I wished for such a storm<br />All night through<br />I rose at every hour<br />Hoping <br />One am praying<br />2 am calm as calm <br />At 4 am no messenger of snow<br />And so I slept a skeptic then<br />A bit let down by weathermen<br />But oh to my surprise<br />My waking eyes beheld <br />Just such a day<br />And here I sit upon my pillow ship<br />Quite mesmerized<br />I watch the other sailors though<br />They’re shoveling with all their might<br />Like they are in control <br />I laugh like I’m the wind<br />I want them to stay feathered in<br />Like me<br />To sit all morning long<br />And watch the show<br />The complexities<br />The intricate <br />Oh see the flakes blow East<br />Now West<br />Then sidewise as they curl<br />Again and eddy round <br />A polar dance<br />And listen to the winter wail<br />The wild waves of winter song<br />In octaves high and low<br />But off they go with shovels raised<br />They want to keep the storm at bay<br />I will the wind ‘sweep them away’<br />So I may be alone <br />This blizzard then is just for me<br />This squall my glorious sea <br />And since I’m captain of this ship<br />I’ll navigate quite malleably<br />And go </div><div style="text-align: left;">Wherever this storm blows</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sara Mathews January 2022</div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-65822728238252731822022-01-16T08:18:00.001-08:002022-01-17T06:19:23.816-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsSS3RdH8WTdGfuD937N1uuEcoCs7j-lH03TtbMyNHKugNZERiWwzv2H1J7Hg2vEhZoyB7QOXsZ8AsrQRmhcVF8R_PZaydbBl_hPNECOiWUemQsAUp6OIz9UYYj5NvU_D1W8n5k2LHIaa0wZtbcOHIfMDNQJhl0ILGC_BR9ADL9SCxKoEJNt5FuMjP=s220" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="171" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsSS3RdH8WTdGfuD937N1uuEcoCs7j-lH03TtbMyNHKugNZERiWwzv2H1J7Hg2vEhZoyB7QOXsZ8AsrQRmhcVF8R_PZaydbBl_hPNECOiWUemQsAUp6OIz9UYYj5NvU_D1W8n5k2LHIaa0wZtbcOHIfMDNQJhl0ILGC_BR9ADL9SCxKoEJNt5FuMjP=w311-h400" width="311" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Guess what I saw</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When I looked around<br />I saw a leaf come floating down<br />To spin a graceful spinning sound<br />And land at the feet<br />Of it’s roots spread wide<br />And a little door that peeked inside<br />To a tiny face with squirrelly eyes<br />And in the upper realms I saw<br />A handmade home<br />All knit with sticks<br />And there it rocked within the tree<br />In arms that held it lovingly <br />I found the sun<br />A blade of grass<br />I felt a breath of wind pant past<br />And there a house <br />All made of brick<br />It’s walls extremely straight and thick<br />A sidewalk made for me to walk<br />A sky that blued up to the top<br />A feathered flock <br />That flew as one<br />A woolen crop of gathered cloud <br />A pebble polished true <br />And round <br />All this I saw in just one day <br />It’s truly most extraordinary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-1801686228894340112022-01-12T04:45:00.000-08:002022-01-12T04:45:37.033-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDXpJTuSW6-xTWuzuGGR6_DiByFdkJpNKCPlyahKLvAL3lxknEyf343ddkP9GLf1bACxnGyUPlliGpqkD8-YpxpED_GAN2Cyi7NwNt_tcQAsw0N03W9CyGalmBZwsIP0I_x0q_dSEDySdRVFE2VxsgDcAX3iNl1pQRz6yOtmVHztDpN24OwElIlDiv=s213" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="175" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDXpJTuSW6-xTWuzuGGR6_DiByFdkJpNKCPlyahKLvAL3lxknEyf343ddkP9GLf1bACxnGyUPlliGpqkD8-YpxpED_GAN2Cyi7NwNt_tcQAsw0N03W9CyGalmBZwsIP0I_x0q_dSEDySdRVFE2VxsgDcAX3iNl1pQRz6yOtmVHztDpN24OwElIlDiv=w329-h400" width="329" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Good morning Mr Grey<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">You’re looking extra glum <br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Your overcoat is dour<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Your mood is clearly heavy<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">A bit hung over<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">One might say<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">You slog along and whimper<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">How you didn’t sleep last night<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">The moon was just too bright<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And now you roll the mists around<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And draw the gloomy curtains down<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">But little do you know<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">That I don’t care<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I crave these glowering faces<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Your melancholy ways<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Intoxicate my brain<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’d like to cheer you<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">If I could<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">But rather I will dress like you<br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;">And sulk around the nei</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">ghborhood</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Emoting melodrama too!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-22963092222000190172022-01-10T06:14:00.002-08:002022-01-10T06:29:25.880-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKaJhFHUu9BueJfdYBYeBR5sDaEgCbuP59hdnXKSCFovM_9ml-TiYbj7WeGvvptaOgW6KfIEeS06oDv234W7os_AOj3kawKliRPuea-56PVzE5p4dfIfReLybv3_dWpc6sR89axb1d6_0oci3vuxom_3Fpoxl8R6PsxMIvf71wX217fRFe_Qb6PEOz=s220" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="157" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKaJhFHUu9BueJfdYBYeBR5sDaEgCbuP59hdnXKSCFovM_9ml-TiYbj7WeGvvptaOgW6KfIEeS06oDv234W7os_AOj3kawKliRPuea-56PVzE5p4dfIfReLybv3_dWpc6sR89axb1d6_0oci3vuxom_3Fpoxl8R6PsxMIvf71wX217fRFe_Qb6PEOz=w285-h400" width="285" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Oh reckless wind<br />You buffeted my sleep again<br />You shook my psyche <br />Loosing all the bolts<br />The fire and ice<br />Both rampaged <br />Then<br />And chased me through <br />The night<br />No letup would you bear<br />But truth<br />And truth to spare<br />And only hope of morning<br />To repair </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><p> </p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188776055065832712.post-36433321814730610932022-01-09T07:44:00.000-08:002024-02-22T07:04:22.048-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgareDqMCUJq0j1rPX2Xa-2vvw3l4ji5-okL7Wq_EmxFd3rnmXcatHHmt2GIXIes79xO2aRvI9drOjIPzkJIIypEjnzMuvuPG9P7rphMIcLv23gj3x3S8vTeYkpV7zyFzFzZjQz9N7oV5FLY-R7dj1yT22thSJt-yc5GnAf0-oH5ohLXZV6In9VGjG-=s220" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="171" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgareDqMCUJq0j1rPX2Xa-2vvw3l4ji5-okL7Wq_EmxFd3rnmXcatHHmt2GIXIes79xO2aRvI9drOjIPzkJIIypEjnzMuvuPG9P7rphMIcLv23gj3x3S8vTeYkpV7zyFzFzZjQz9N7oV5FLY-R7dj1yT22thSJt-yc5GnAf0-oH5ohLXZV6In9VGjG-=w311-h400" width="311" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’m waiting for the storm<br />You promised ice<br />That music that I love<br />Tap tap against the morn<br />You promised snow<br />A dizzying sky<br />The flakes so big and round<br />A wind so fast and wild<br />That one is carried North<br />Upon the sound<br />I’m stubborn in my bed<br />I wait for all that you declared<br />Would be my waking scene<br />But lo<br />No blizzard roars<br />No maelstrom worried skies<br />No bluster at the pane<br />No tempest at my door<br />And sadly thus<br />I must get going on the day</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sara Mathews January 2022</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Artwork ~ Viktor Mikhailovich Vasnetsov</span></div><p></p>Sarajmathewspoetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758403532256980464noreply@blogger.com0