Saw Poems

Teeter Totters

I’m tired of the teeter-totter polemics 
that pass for profundity.
I’m tired of the see-saw tug of war,
the streaming regurgitation on every channel.

Yes, I’m weary of the predictable posturing,
the vapid, barren landscapes of the oligarchy.
I am groggy in the dull fog of capitalist pretense,
the plutocratic hubris sold by carnival barkers.
 
I am worn down by the

See-saw

I saw my small sister Sofia on a see-saw,                                              

I saw the world through blood

I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.

I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I heard my praises and insults,
glanced over the beautiful mountains
and growing poverty,

that became my biggest pride —
to witness the world like this.

But when my hand started to grow cold
from the pain

WE SAW LONDON WE SAW FRANCE

A 22 hour trip home from London…gave us time to sit back, smile and unwind
and think about all the memories we made…while still fresh within our minds.

Yes, we saw London and Paris with our family…fell in love with England and with France.
and yes, we ate our way across two countries…and Deborah even bought a pair

I Saw Their Funerals

I saw their funerals.
Plath.
Sexton.
And somewhere near the back,
mine.

Not my body—
not yet.
But something softer,
more urgent,
more invisible.

The girl
who wrote like them
just to feel seen—
she’s in the box too.

I saw her hair
was finally unbrushed.
Her hands no longer gripped a pen—
they were just hands now.

And no one cried,
because no one knew
she had been dying
this whole time
in silence.

I stood there,
dry-eyed.
Because

I Saw A Woman

I saw a woman standing there
Her clothes tattered and torn
I saw a woman standing there
Her face looked so forlorn

A women full of worry lines
Grey streaks throughout her hair
A tear was rolling down her cheek
But she was unaware

Life had been hard, bitterly cruel 
Her dreams taken away
And yet she’d fought with all her might 
To face

I Saw A Man Today

I saw a Man today as he walked the hill
Tears and drops of blood did equal spill
From brutally torn flesh and eyes of pain
I saw a Man today my inadequate refrain

I saw a Man today unjustly convicted
His trial was short and clearly scripted
The verdict assured without any proof
I saw a Man today who spoke only

In your eyes I saw nothing

Nothing , that's what I saw in your eyes.
The reflection of what once was my wife
But your voice swore it was you and
I tried to believe you in between
fleeting blinks and investigatory words
I couldn't escape the legions, 
thoughts that held you hostage, 
in the recesses of my mind.
I wanted to hold you, but
you couldn't Rember

I saw something and stopped, a smile bloomed like a light

I saw something and stopped, a smile bloomed like a light,
as if I glimpsed the face of innocence, pulling with a force that turned me,
to keep my balance, not to get lost in that deep and pure gaze.
Imagine a flower gently tucked behind an ear, a fairy's touch,
her hair falling in soft waves, yet the

They Only Saw Her Smile

What a beautiful person she is—
her hair soft,
a slight smile resting on her face.

But can they see the shadows that haunt her?
Can they see the darkness
hidden behind her eyes?

She is stunning—
bold, and utterly unique.
Yet here she lies,
unwillingly waiting
for the moment when everything
can no longer be denied.

She longs to fight—
to scream with her own voice,
to finally

I looked in the mirror and saw you, my lost child

I looked in the mirror and saw you, my lost child,
You, a falling star in the night of time, buried beneath a sky full of silences,
You were a whirlwind of questions, a storm of thoughts dancing in the moonlight,
A rain of tears flowing secretly, wrapping your eyes in veils of mystery.
I remember the song of

Petals You Never Saw

Look at Me

I don't feel sick,
Yet something inside is twisted
Not in body, but in the sap that shivers within.
Are these petals not what you envisioned?

Look at me.
What did I do wrong?
I sing the songs you taught me,
My voice trembling a  whisper against the wind
Does its fragile tune echo your hidden sorrow?

I grew as you

And I never saw him, but in my dream, I knew him

And I never saw him, but in my dream, I knew him,
when finally my gaze became a mirror for his face.
I wished for time to stop, for the sun to kneel silently,
for the wind to seek its freedom, carrying whispers of his eternal presence.
And the leaves? I wished they would fall upon him like a

I saw you, now goodbye

The day I saw you 
I felt alive 
I was so aigris 
Now no more despise 
I really liked you but 
I was scared of surprises 
So I shut my mouth 
And loved you from sunrises 
The day we spoke  
I felt screaming butterflies 
The day I saw you 
I know we were born

I Saw You In The Heart Of Storm

The seamless sky called life shined in cloudless serenity,
in the rhapsody of the zephyr floated a butterfly free.
On its wings I painted in cosmic colors the motif of my identity,
as the spectral flowers of the velvet valley bloomed for me.

The dawning horizon splashed the hued sequins of ecstasy, 
to blossom the budding dreams, I was

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