Poetry
by Sarah Flanigan
Chubby
Girl
I am the chubby girl
even when raife thin
a mere handful of bones
that couldn't put a dent
in a hankie
A girl who had bosoms
long before she wanted them
or understood the
wandering gaze that
always landed there
Who climbed trees to
get a better look at
the world
and skinned her knees
on the way down
Who never believed
Beauty
resided in her face
whose hands are busy
with pens and inks
keyboards and paintbrushes
garden shears
and mystical
rhythyms that sound
in her head
Who worries her ass
as she passes shop windows
and denies herself chocolate
noodles and ice cream cones
who loves the way
flowers brighten her eyes
who smokes too much
and sleeps too little
Stalked by fashion police
and bulemic eyes
that covet her stout muscles
and brown summer skin
who cannot wear white
without spilling
cannot wear heels
without tripping
and treasures her shoes
and bags jammed
in a closet full of clothes
in three different sizes
Who will never agree
to her grace
and shies in the
glare of attention
who uses pen names
and hides behind poems
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Falling
I feel myself falling
off a great cliff
over the stars
and past the moon
'don't fly - just float'
'don't flap wings - spread them'
I close my eyes
and give in to the clouds
let out fear's breath
and taste the sun
dance with the rain
and sing my descent in
happy tunes
skirts and petticoats
ass over teacup
morning kisses me
hello and goodbye
sunset waves a mad tophat
time cannot catch me
I feel myself falling.
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Word
Play
word play
you say
i say
the words
race my
spine
invade my
dark soft
places
shatter
composure
that was
a lie
the curtain
opens
to reveal
what you
want
to see
to be
to own
word play
you say
i say
whispers
frantic
immediate
wet
and sweet
singular
in their
passion
exclusive
in their
utterance
word play
you say
i say
top
Adrift
Please, just lie down
next
to me
and help me
to sleep
Curl in
to me
and help me
feel safe
Sing me a
poem
and send me
adrift
Wrap my curls
around
your fingers
to tether me
there
Whisper my
name
so I know
that you're watching
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She
Her voice is
like a lullabye
a song of sleep
to rest your head
upon
to dream your
worries free
But you cannot
have her
she is not for
you
Her eyes are
like the ocean
deep and fallable
and paradise
lies there inside
the color, beneath
the lashes
But you cannot
see her
she is not for
you to see
Her hands are
like a cradle
carved of rarest woods
to rock you
to the stars and string
you to the moon
But you cannot
touch her
she is not for
you to touch
Her love is
like a willow tree
open and bowing
swaying to secret
music given by
the wind
But you cannot
love her
she is not
yours
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Sarah Flanigan © 2008
Sarah has been writing poetry
since she was a child, finding words the ultimate escape and
adventure. In the last three years, she has become an avid poetry
blogger and her poetry and short stories can be found at Sarah
Flanigan - Simply Put http://sarahflanigan.com).
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