A flock of birds ride the sky
chasing circles, playing high
in the drafts where they all vie
for the currents drifting by
They don’t make a single cry
silent are the wings that fly
up ahead all futures lie
shifting air unbinds its tie
Wild winds the only sigh
scraping through a field of rye.
Feel the joy and don’t ask why
roving tempests all must die.
In each moment we rely
on a past that keeps us dry.
We collect what we call my;
think up worlds that we can buy.
Splashing sunsets need no dye
Wild life does not bake pie
Flocking geese don’t need to fry
Every moment sends reply
Not quite sure when I will try
to unlock well reasoned lie.
I can feel my closing nigh.
Guess it’s time to say good-bye.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Black Holes and Davis Shaw
You need your grief to outweigh mine, so you
can feel important; and manage to seal
your life within a wit too feeble to
even question what is actually real.
I refuse to let your thoughts infect mine
and I will never get caught up in your
fool’s need to despise all joys and resign
life to some final tolling of the hour.
Keep your mind to yourself. You have nothing
left to offer my questing heart. Your schemes
may have failed you, but I still feel something
and I won’t have you invading my dreams.
Just when did you learn to get so much fun,
from reaching out to block another’s sun?
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can feel important; and manage to seal
your life within a wit too feeble to
even question what is actually real.
I refuse to let your thoughts infect mine
and I will never get caught up in your
fool’s need to despise all joys and resign
life to some final tolling of the hour.
Keep your mind to yourself. You have nothing
left to offer my questing heart. Your schemes
may have failed you, but I still feel something
and I won’t have you invading my dreams.
Just when did you learn to get so much fun,
from reaching out to block another’s sun?
Copyright Lynn Maire Sager 2008
Bosnia in the Winter of 1997
Fifty soldiers danced the Macarena
on New Years Eve in perfect unison;
dressed in matching white troop insignia,
semi-automatics bounced with each turn.
Six children walked to town within a snow
covered mine field. Sunlight glistening through
icicles, reflecting a land somehow
aglow with roofless homes where diapers blew.
Three soldiers bragged that they could make a bomb
from two “meal ready to eat” packs, while this
quiet young private just mentioned a psalm
and warned that payment for good work brought risk.
He said, “Don’t do a good job around here,
or they’ll stick you with another year’s tour.”
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
on New Years Eve in perfect unison;
dressed in matching white troop insignia,
semi-automatics bounced with each turn.
Six children walked to town within a snow
covered mine field. Sunlight glistening through
icicles, reflecting a land somehow
aglow with roofless homes where diapers blew.
Three soldiers bragged that they could make a bomb
from two “meal ready to eat” packs, while this
quiet young private just mentioned a psalm
and warned that payment for good work brought risk.
He said, “Don’t do a good job around here,
or they’ll stick you with another year’s tour.”
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
My First Sonnet
Welcome the hurts; they prove you are alive
and not simply numb from all you have felt.
Without some risks, our souls do not survive.
Still, the pain can leave an amazing welt.
We die in our sleep a little each night,
waking to ourselves only if we dare
to take all our moments and squeeze them tight
with no concern for a possible snare.
My life left me dead and dull for a time;
so much loss can be hard to bare alone.
It takes a new thought to challenge a rhyme,
and a new refrain to complete a tone
So I welcome the joy you bring to me
and welcome the fear that living must be
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
and not simply numb from all you have felt.
Without some risks, our souls do not survive.
Still, the pain can leave an amazing welt.
We die in our sleep a little each night,
waking to ourselves only if we dare
to take all our moments and squeeze them tight
with no concern for a possible snare.
My life left me dead and dull for a time;
so much loss can be hard to bare alone.
It takes a new thought to challenge a rhyme,
and a new refrain to complete a tone
So I welcome the joy you bring to me
and welcome the fear that living must be
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Ten-fold Self
My friend, he blazes fire; paleness fills
me by comparison. All his lonely
nights have not consumed his spirit. He makes
my heart ache for what I could if only.
I envy his passionate eyes. Mine too
have that capacity; but fear blinds me and
binds me to myself, ‘till I can’t see through
the dark, and I no longer understand.
Why do I fear? What in the end can chance
do to me that’s not already been tried
my ten-fold self seeking remembrance
within a future where frail flesh has died?
Single threads can’t spin tapestries alone;
Can time unweave the shame past fears have sewn?
Copyright Lynn Maire Sager 2008
me by comparison. All his lonely
nights have not consumed his spirit. He makes
my heart ache for what I could if only.
I envy his passionate eyes. Mine too
have that capacity; but fear blinds me and
binds me to myself, ‘till I can’t see through
the dark, and I no longer understand.
Why do I fear? What in the end can chance
do to me that’s not already been tried
my ten-fold self seeking remembrance
within a future where frail flesh has died?
Single threads can’t spin tapestries alone;
Can time unweave the shame past fears have sewn?
Copyright Lynn Maire Sager 2008
Thank You
You don’t know how much you affected me
that night with your songs and rhythm and rhyme.
A silent hush of such simplicity
filled my mind and left me cherishing time.
Suddenly, I hear sounds in a new way.
How can one person change another and
yet never know? And how can I repay
a gift that I truly don’t understand?
You make me want to flex my wings and try
to reach some new height where my words can match
the cascading summersaults in the sky
that your rhythms seem to easily catch.
Your music has an amazing power
to capture the echo of a heart beat
and remind my soul of each passing hour.
Somehow daring me to reflect its heat.
Each song draws out words that I can’t even
explain; and demands that I stumble through
some sly rhyme that I’ve come to believe in
because each roaming word leads back to you.
Who knows where inspiration comes from; I’m
only glad it’s here. I’ve waited all my
life to hear a moment so clear. And time
will forgive me, until I’ve learned to fly.
One day I’ll tell you what a pleasure your
presence in my mind has been; then I’ll throw
out my doubts and invite you for a tour.
Meanwhile, I’ll let this lovely music flow.
What’s left to say once you’ve said all that you
can say? Perhaps, nothing more than thank-you.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
that night with your songs and rhythm and rhyme.
A silent hush of such simplicity
filled my mind and left me cherishing time.
Suddenly, I hear sounds in a new way.
How can one person change another and
yet never know? And how can I repay
a gift that I truly don’t understand?
You make me want to flex my wings and try
to reach some new height where my words can match
the cascading summersaults in the sky
that your rhythms seem to easily catch.
Your music has an amazing power
to capture the echo of a heart beat
and remind my soul of each passing hour.
Somehow daring me to reflect its heat.
Each song draws out words that I can’t even
explain; and demands that I stumble through
some sly rhyme that I’ve come to believe in
because each roaming word leads back to you.
Who knows where inspiration comes from; I’m
only glad it’s here. I’ve waited all my
life to hear a moment so clear. And time
will forgive me, until I’ve learned to fly.
One day I’ll tell you what a pleasure your
presence in my mind has been; then I’ll throw
out my doubts and invite you for a tour.
Meanwhile, I’ll let this lovely music flow.
What’s left to say once you’ve said all that you
can say? Perhaps, nothing more than thank-you.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Lazy Fingers
a lazy Sunday
basking in your touch
at last the one day
that I need so much
your lazy fingers
making my skin sigh
a tingle lingers
as you warm my thigh
a hazy rhythm
soaking up my brain
soothing rumbles of
the morning’s refrain
a hazy notion
as your fingers fly
what other wonders
in the future lie
my crazy concepts
simply drift away
no need for talking
let your fingers play
a crazy feeling
coming over me
this lazy day is
what life ought to be
your lazy fingers
clouding up my brain
your lazy fingers
drive a soul insane
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
basking in your touch
at last the one day
that I need so much
your lazy fingers
making my skin sigh
a tingle lingers
as you warm my thigh
a hazy rhythm
soaking up my brain
soothing rumbles of
the morning’s refrain
a hazy notion
as your fingers fly
what other wonders
in the future lie
my crazy concepts
simply drift away
no need for talking
let your fingers play
a crazy feeling
coming over me
this lazy day is
what life ought to be
your lazy fingers
clouding up my brain
your lazy fingers
drive a soul insane
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Captain Overboard
Ship without a captain
currents taking charge;
madmen feeling certain
they can hurl a barge.
Reason’s lost its meaning
with no one at the helm;
currents keep careening
and hazards overwhelm.
Each day the crew is warned
men falling overboard;
those rescued left forlorned
and doubting their own lord.
Think about the Bounty
and all of Christian’s sighs;
sailing seas of plenty,
remembered for his lies.
At least that Captain Hook,
was always true to form;
unworthy as a crook,
he kept his sailors warm.
Ought to plan a mutiny,
but dare not sail alone.
On a sea so salty,
lone fools die by the drone.
Captain Kirk where are you,
your selfless words in hand;
could you inspire crew
and bring them safe to land?
Ship without a captain
sails into the night.
Helmsmen losing passion
see no North Star in sight.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
currents taking charge;
madmen feeling certain
they can hurl a barge.
Reason’s lost its meaning
with no one at the helm;
currents keep careening
and hazards overwhelm.
Each day the crew is warned
men falling overboard;
those rescued left forlorned
and doubting their own lord.
Think about the Bounty
and all of Christian’s sighs;
sailing seas of plenty,
remembered for his lies.
At least that Captain Hook,
was always true to form;
unworthy as a crook,
he kept his sailors warm.
Ought to plan a mutiny,
but dare not sail alone.
On a sea so salty,
lone fools die by the drone.
Captain Kirk where are you,
your selfless words in hand;
could you inspire crew
and bring them safe to land?
Ship without a captain
sails into the night.
Helmsmen losing passion
see no North Star in sight.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Muse
Played with fire
waltzed with danger
danced the high wire
met a stranger
Sailed the ocean
embraced the surf
found a notion
perhaps has worth
Already burned
but still alive.
What have I learned?
Survive, but dive.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
waltzed with danger
danced the high wire
met a stranger
Sailed the ocean
embraced the surf
found a notion
perhaps has worth
Already burned
but still alive.
What have I learned?
Survive, but dive.
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
short can be the best
hello earth
i am your daughter
and i thank you for my life
endless tears
within me slaughter
my womb shields a painful knife
what i fear
i dare not offer
what i feel is much too real
a tumor grows
in lonely coffer
time that’s left is time i’ll steal
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
i am your daughter
and i thank you for my life
endless tears
within me slaughter
my womb shields a painful knife
what i fear
i dare not offer
what i feel is much too real
a tumor grows
in lonely coffer
time that’s left is time i’ll steal
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Momma's Girl
Momma’s girl has gone away
Momma’s girl was never real
Momma called me yesterday
Tried to tell me how I feel
Momma’s girl tries to be good
Momma’s girl will never do
Momma taught me all she could
About seeing my life through
Momma’s girl learned many answers
To questions never asked
Like how to deal with cancers
Momma’s reading from the past
Momma’s girl lives life alone
In a world Momma can’t see
Momma’s girl is not the clone
Momma hoped that she would be
Momma said, “Since you can’t spell,
writing’s nothing you can do.”
Yet I’ve filled my life with poems
Still what’s poetry to you.
Momma said, “You don’t want that.”
Without granting that I might
That’s when I just stopped sharing
I did not want to fight.
Momma doesn’t like my truth
So all that’s left are lies
That’s why I seldom call her
Still a daughter often tries.
Dear Momma, we’re all dying
Regrets I have but few
The only thing I’ve left to share
Is the me you never knew.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Momma’s girl was never real
Momma called me yesterday
Tried to tell me how I feel
Momma’s girl tries to be good
Momma’s girl will never do
Momma taught me all she could
About seeing my life through
Momma’s girl learned many answers
To questions never asked
Like how to deal with cancers
Momma’s reading from the past
Momma’s girl lives life alone
In a world Momma can’t see
Momma’s girl is not the clone
Momma hoped that she would be
Momma said, “Since you can’t spell,
writing’s nothing you can do.”
Yet I’ve filled my life with poems
Still what’s poetry to you.
Momma said, “You don’t want that.”
Without granting that I might
That’s when I just stopped sharing
I did not want to fight.
Momma doesn’t like my truth
So all that’s left are lies
That’s why I seldom call her
Still a daughter often tries.
Dear Momma, we’re all dying
Regrets I have but few
The only thing I’ve left to share
Is the me you never knew.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Interruptions
I told
you that
I hate
phones. They
inter
rupt, and
I hate
inter
rupting
lives; most
ly be
cause I
don’t in
terrupt
my own
life when
ever
possi
ble. An
abrupt
change, since
I’ve come
to wel
come your
inter
ruptions.
So if
you want
to call,
I'm here.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
you that
I hate
phones. They
inter
rupt, and
I hate
inter
rupting
lives; most
ly be
cause I
don’t in
terrupt
my own
life when
ever
possi
ble. An
abrupt
change, since
I’ve come
to wel
come your
inter
ruptions.
So if
you want
to call,
I'm here.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Cracked Up
Imagination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Got an image in my mind that I don’t want to see
The sky is bleeding red
Children fighting over bread
Life’s unraveling like thread
A fish just washed up dead
Civilization isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow tamed the earth but still ignores what I see
One wave swallowing sand
simply engulfed the land
drowning all that could stand
killed three hundred-thousand
Our evolution isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow formed a species that refuses to see
Weather sends us small clues
Frogs grow limbs they can’t use
Birds develop fresh flues
splashed all across the news
Accumulation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May keep you feeling safe, but might block what you can see
A dozen hurricanes
brought homicidal rains;
then it finally drains
leaving lonely remains
Politicizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
While each answer ends, questions build worlds for all to see
Stupidity’s suggested
fear is soon injected
hate then resurrected
nations get digested
Democratizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
The world is much more complex than many fools can see
We cling to several threads
Dream we’ll be the one who weds
Yet children dragged from beds
witness chopping off of heads
Our legislation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Might lock a danger up; cannot help a man to see
Just throw them behind bars.
They’re only starting wars,
and opening old scars.
Can’t be no fault of yours.
More education isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It may teach people words, but still won't teach them to see
Adrift without an ark
Oil fields in north park
And riots after dark
All waiting for a spark
Recrimination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May help some feel better but can't help a man to see
The season’s heating up
water’s stolen for some crop;
while men beg for one drop
of this madness to stop
Our resignation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Giving up ourselves will not help someone else to see
A sign that no one heeds
all chanting their own creeds;
we fight about who leads
while the earth softly bleeds.
Copywrite: Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Got an image in my mind that I don’t want to see
The sky is bleeding red
Children fighting over bread
Life’s unraveling like thread
A fish just washed up dead
Civilization isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow tamed the earth but still ignores what I see
One wave swallowing sand
simply engulfed the land
drowning all that could stand
killed three hundred-thousand
Our evolution isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow formed a species that refuses to see
Weather sends us small clues
Frogs grow limbs they can’t use
Birds develop fresh flues
splashed all across the news
Accumulation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May keep you feeling safe, but might block what you can see
A dozen hurricanes
brought homicidal rains;
then it finally drains
leaving lonely remains
Politicizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
While each answer ends, questions build worlds for all to see
Stupidity’s suggested
fear is soon injected
hate then resurrected
nations get digested
Democratizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
The world is much more complex than many fools can see
We cling to several threads
Dream we’ll be the one who weds
Yet children dragged from beds
witness chopping off of heads
Our legislation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Might lock a danger up; cannot help a man to see
Just throw them behind bars.
They’re only starting wars,
and opening old scars.
Can’t be no fault of yours.
More education isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It may teach people words, but still won't teach them to see
Adrift without an ark
Oil fields in north park
And riots after dark
All waiting for a spark
Recrimination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May help some feel better but can't help a man to see
The season’s heating up
water’s stolen for some crop;
while men beg for one drop
of this madness to stop
Our resignation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Giving up ourselves will not help someone else to see
A sign that no one heeds
all chanting their own creeds;
we fight about who leads
while the earth softly bleeds.
Copywrite: Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Reckless Rhyme
Happily making love with words all weekend long
Lazy way of saying you complete a song
Now I’m back at work where I must earn my dime
Still my thoughts keep pouring out in reckless rhyme
Laid myself out naked with each slender word
Wondering who around me might have also heard
These words they fall like rain; I don’t even choose
I can understand why bards invoke their muse
Never heard a voice within me so profound
Got to write these words down cause I like their sound
Babble I hear each day, cluttering my mind
Most words interrupt the thoughts I seek to find
Silence is a gift you only give yourself
Many lives are busy counting up their wealth
Subtle hints don’t work on minds that never hear
Block out all their noise and pay attention dear.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Lazy way of saying you complete a song
Now I’m back at work where I must earn my dime
Still my thoughts keep pouring out in reckless rhyme
Laid myself out naked with each slender word
Wondering who around me might have also heard
These words they fall like rain; I don’t even choose
I can understand why bards invoke their muse
Never heard a voice within me so profound
Got to write these words down cause I like their sound
Babble I hear each day, cluttering my mind
Most words interrupt the thoughts I seek to find
Silence is a gift you only give yourself
Many lives are busy counting up their wealth
Subtle hints don’t work on minds that never hear
Block out all their noise and pay attention dear.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Fairy Tales
Buried love in a pirate’s chest
and then I lost the map.
Not to worry, a heart keeps best
locked deep inside a trap.
Then comes along a lad so fine
he flies across the gap.
Starts planting seeds inside my mind
of tantalizing nap.
Erased my name from cupid’s mail
allergic to his laugh.
Learned to sail a life not stale
and steer a lovely craft.
Then comes along a song so strong
I somehow catch a draft.
My senses keep on steering wrong
with every breeze turned daft.
Sealed my soul in Rapunzel’s tower
cementing up my pain.
Cut my hair in that same hour
with hopes of living sane.
Then comes along a lilting voice
that questions all past gain.
Quite suddenly I crave a choice
called dancing in the rain.
Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin’s cave
not sure of what I saw.
Ten thousand years I’ve lived a knave
assuming life on draw.
Then comes along a chance to sing
with one who teaches awe,
connecting me while wandering
through sounds not needing law.
I safely packed Pandora’s Box
and said my last good-byes;
I sought the truth of wily fox
and held myself most wise.
Then comes along a notion bold
sends quiver through my thighs,
and melts away Pandora’s gold
by seeing to her sighs.
While shinning up Aladdin’s lamp,
I found my way inside
and pitched myself a comfy camp
to lay the past aside.
Then comes along a sultry tone
awakens time denied;
pierced right in two my heart of stone
before it softly died.
Shred my invite to Cinder’s Ball
not hunting for a Prince;
I needed rags to wash the wall,
so tore my gown of chintz.
Then comes along a courtly call
divining my heart’s wince
blows right on through my weathered hall
and steals away my bliss.
Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man’s skin;
stopped delving darkened mines.
I put away what some call sin
to read between the lines.
Then comes along a touch so new
it questions all past signs.
Just how his touch has broken through
is haunting thought that binds.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
and then I lost the map.
Not to worry, a heart keeps best
locked deep inside a trap.
Then comes along a lad so fine
he flies across the gap.
Starts planting seeds inside my mind
of tantalizing nap.
Erased my name from cupid’s mail
allergic to his laugh.
Learned to sail a life not stale
and steer a lovely craft.
Then comes along a song so strong
I somehow catch a draft.
My senses keep on steering wrong
with every breeze turned daft.
Sealed my soul in Rapunzel’s tower
cementing up my pain.
Cut my hair in that same hour
with hopes of living sane.
Then comes along a lilting voice
that questions all past gain.
Quite suddenly I crave a choice
called dancing in the rain.
Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin’s cave
not sure of what I saw.
Ten thousand years I’ve lived a knave
assuming life on draw.
Then comes along a chance to sing
with one who teaches awe,
connecting me while wandering
through sounds not needing law.
I safely packed Pandora’s Box
and said my last good-byes;
I sought the truth of wily fox
and held myself most wise.
Then comes along a notion bold
sends quiver through my thighs,
and melts away Pandora’s gold
by seeing to her sighs.
While shinning up Aladdin’s lamp,
I found my way inside
and pitched myself a comfy camp
to lay the past aside.
Then comes along a sultry tone
awakens time denied;
pierced right in two my heart of stone
before it softly died.
Shred my invite to Cinder’s Ball
not hunting for a Prince;
I needed rags to wash the wall,
so tore my gown of chintz.
Then comes along a courtly call
divining my heart’s wince
blows right on through my weathered hall
and steals away my bliss.
Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man’s skin;
stopped delving darkened mines.
I put away what some call sin
to read between the lines.
Then comes along a touch so new
it questions all past signs.
Just how his touch has broken through
is haunting thought that binds.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
What I have learned
A poem captures time forever by
binding into sound a moment of life
so precious, you refuse to let it die,
as much loveliness dies encased by grief.
Each poem starts life as a pouring out
of thought, which soon must be crafted into
rhyme; often taking a sinuous route
that not even the poet can see through.
Poems are snapshots in sound; meanings caught
up by a mind that somehow sets them free.
This discipline of life, not often sought,
has the power to let each moment be.
When you send a sound out to chase itself,
it can return carrying surprising wealth.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
binding into sound a moment of life
so precious, you refuse to let it die,
as much loveliness dies encased by grief.
Each poem starts life as a pouring out
of thought, which soon must be crafted into
rhyme; often taking a sinuous route
that not even the poet can see through.
Poems are snapshots in sound; meanings caught
up by a mind that somehow sets them free.
This discipline of life, not often sought,
has the power to let each moment be.
When you send a sound out to chase itself,
it can return carrying surprising wealth.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Water Dance
Floating on a rhythmic sound,
wordless notes making air profound.
Melodies and cords can confound
lonely souls caught in their surround.
A simple honesty I’ve found
within each beat so slyly wound
in passion’s tether; wrapped around
liquid music in which I’ve drowned.
Such joy to feel my body dance.
Every beat creates a chance
to redirect some age old trance
that claims each year another lance
and calls its victims happenstance,
but never gives a second glance
when lonesome hearts find resonance
within their own subdued romance.
My molten heart beats out its wound,
supporting life still too untuned.
Daring rhythms have me marooned
within a truth I’ve not assumed.
Why do I feel myself so doomed
if I must live my life resumed
now I have witnessed tones untombed
and wilted melodies regroomed?
Music frees a soul caught by blue
and helps it see the world more true.
I want to play along with you
no matter what you’re going through
the way that good friends often do;
perhaps discover something new
like how to catch the morning dew,
a magic drink said to renew.
I’m tired of dealing in words.
I have been making them my swords,
within a house of falling cards,
with no future to move towards.
I want to leave behind the hoards
who keep declaring their own lords.
I want to forfeit all rewards
and find release within your cords.
Echoes return from unknown ends,
a secret mystery time defends;
still what we hear often depends
on what our hidden past contends.
We live our lives as fear commends.
Our thoughts get locked inside our trends.
We strain out sounds until life lends
some credence to what logic sends.
Some pay one thousand for a frock,
yet never sweep their own front walk.
They crave a life without tick tock;
all fighting over private rock.
I want to dance beyond the talk,
and take a chance beyond the squawk,
reorganize the human flock
to recognize a fledgling hawk.
Ego is hard to understand.
Each lonely world caught up in sand,
endless currents and complex strand
fearing new routes that find no land,
and feeding truths that sometimes band
within illusions darkest hand.
I crave a life much more unmanned
to challenge what my past holds grand.
Every so often we meet
a person who fills us with heat;
we sense rhythms we can’t repeat
and inspirations they complete;
that’s when we crave our lives more neat,
please bring our visions to our feet;
but life’s no ordinary treat,
containing pains all too concrete.
I’ve writ until the final strain.
I’m not quite sure what thoughts remain.
I’m never sure what poems gain,
yet still I love their lost refrain.
I know they’ve taught me to retrain
my thoughts to feed on living grain.
I hope that humans can live sane.
Life's dance a salve to sooth their pain.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
wordless notes making air profound.
Melodies and cords can confound
lonely souls caught in their surround.
A simple honesty I’ve found
within each beat so slyly wound
in passion’s tether; wrapped around
liquid music in which I’ve drowned.
Such joy to feel my body dance.
Every beat creates a chance
to redirect some age old trance
that claims each year another lance
and calls its victims happenstance,
but never gives a second glance
when lonesome hearts find resonance
within their own subdued romance.
My molten heart beats out its wound,
supporting life still too untuned.
Daring rhythms have me marooned
within a truth I’ve not assumed.
Why do I feel myself so doomed
if I must live my life resumed
now I have witnessed tones untombed
and wilted melodies regroomed?
Music frees a soul caught by blue
and helps it see the world more true.
I want to play along with you
no matter what you’re going through
the way that good friends often do;
perhaps discover something new
like how to catch the morning dew,
a magic drink said to renew.
I’m tired of dealing in words.
I have been making them my swords,
within a house of falling cards,
with no future to move towards.
I want to leave behind the hoards
who keep declaring their own lords.
I want to forfeit all rewards
and find release within your cords.
Echoes return from unknown ends,
a secret mystery time defends;
still what we hear often depends
on what our hidden past contends.
We live our lives as fear commends.
Our thoughts get locked inside our trends.
We strain out sounds until life lends
some credence to what logic sends.
Some pay one thousand for a frock,
yet never sweep their own front walk.
They crave a life without tick tock;
all fighting over private rock.
I want to dance beyond the talk,
and take a chance beyond the squawk,
reorganize the human flock
to recognize a fledgling hawk.
Ego is hard to understand.
Each lonely world caught up in sand,
endless currents and complex strand
fearing new routes that find no land,
and feeding truths that sometimes band
within illusions darkest hand.
I crave a life much more unmanned
to challenge what my past holds grand.
Every so often we meet
a person who fills us with heat;
we sense rhythms we can’t repeat
and inspirations they complete;
that’s when we crave our lives more neat,
please bring our visions to our feet;
but life’s no ordinary treat,
containing pains all too concrete.
I’ve writ until the final strain.
I’m not quite sure what thoughts remain.
I’m never sure what poems gain,
yet still I love their lost refrain.
I know they’ve taught me to retrain
my thoughts to feed on living grain.
I hope that humans can live sane.
Life's dance a salve to sooth their pain.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Introductions
I have roamed coasts, and mourned over sea gulls
tangled within the seaweed so sweetly.
I've seen the midnight sun; and fed eagles
raw meat from a knife, while their eyes pierced me.
I have charted constellations within
a midnight lake’s black star sparkling surface;
slept where only a fire warmed my skin
and life was no longer some frenzied race.
Sampled sour grapes by starlight within
vineyards, while I wandered towards an ancient
fortress swollen by voices of lost kin
softly warning of lives less permanent.
Stolen pineapple from the field where it
grew ripe and juicy; tasting of the sun.
Ate by a secret waterfall; each bite
dripping; dove in to wash my face when done.
I’ve danced in open fields, while thunderclouds
rolled in from three directions; and watched with
friends as the sky ripped open in vast sounds.
Late into the night, we whispered of myth.
I have felt the joy of someone I love
touching my flesh; and I have fought beside
a brother that simply wanted to live.
I know what fills a life from the inside.
Being, not having, gives satisfaction;
full lives can be measured by an action.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
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