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Best Poems Written by Sara Carr

Below are the all-time best Sara Carr poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Little House

The cat sat on the windowsill, 
And stirred a little in his sleep.
Each breath a cloud upon the glass 
And outside the snow was falling fast 
The children all went out to play,
But he couldn’t be bothered to move today.
The radiator hummed, and the woman hummed,
And the cat hummed in his sleep.
And all about the little house, 
The snow was getting deep.

The woman sat beside the fire, 
And sung a merry little tune.
As she sung, back and forth she rocks, 
Darning a pair of colorful socks.
Her hair is turning silver-gray,
But you’d never believe she had aged a day 
Since she and the cat and a box full of shoes
Came to the house on the dune.
And all about the little house, 
The snow reflected the moon.

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The Struggle Is Real

Every sound is screeching
Every voice is wailing,
Larger than life.
No stillness
Never.

Every eye is on me
When I have to go up there
Alone
The whole class is waiting
For me to 
Finish

They say they need it to pass the test
Or they want to have a good time
But their laughs make our struggle harder
The kids who don’t take Adderall for fun.

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03-21-19

I have always been an Autumn girl. Born in October, my soul has ached for cold, frosty-breath mornings and golden trees shaking their treasures down on me since before I had words to express it. I would make the whole year one late October day if I could.
But today, the sun warmed my head, and the birds sang so sweetly. Have I ever really heard them before? The cherry trees are blooming and the grass is more than green, and the sky – that I rarely look at except to see my beloved stars – it wasn’t missing them.
I want to paint all the walls in my house the color of the sky today, so I can never be without its magic. So I can never forget the day I awoke from my life-long winter nap. The day I realized why people across oceans and mountains and centuries sing and dance and write and dream…
Of Spring.

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Backwards Question Mark

I told them, my back against the wooden
dock, staring, eyes wide in the lack of light.
If aliens came for me, I told them,
I would pick up and gladly go tonight.

Above us was that vast inviting sky.
Around us, the sweatshirt-and-flip-flops of 
late spring, we searched for constellations. High
above us we found Leo. How I love

the idea of escaping there. I stopped 
and asked do you ever flip the universe
in your head?  We are not lying on top 
of earth but hanging off the bottom. Curse

gravity for not letting me embark
into the crystal backwards question mark.

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Plea

Do you think if I went out back and stood,
Where the clean green lawn meets the wood
And whispered softly in the night air
I’m not afraid and I know you’re there.

If I wished hard enough, do you think
The fae would steal me away with a wink?
And take me up with them to the sky
That blue abyss where fairies fly?

I’ve had enough of the human planet,
I’m ready to eat the pomegranate.
When they ask my name, I’ll tell them straight
and accept my role as a foundling playmate.

I’ll swim in a puddle and dance on the moon
My dress is a gossamer cocoon.
At the end of the day when I’ve had my fill
I’ll go to sleep in a daffodil.

Will the fairies come? My wish was earnest,
But the waiting leads me to despair.
I’ll have to finish my mortal quest
If they leave my Earth-bound body here.

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Museum Sonnet

I wish I was back there, winter’s chill gone
with the sun and my coconut curry 
soup. Breathing bready smells, gazing down on
the Dogwood trees on West Paces Ferry.
My dad: I think he and I have the same
soul. We went by ourselves for a whole day,
Wand’ring around the museum that became
my favorite spot. Every display.
Where we read labels to our hearts’ content – 
Civil war battles covered in dust, from
the lies that followed wherever they went.
German painter Wilhelm Heine spoke to us:
         “Remember what I’ve put on this canvas
          and don’t ever let it happen again.”

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Zoom Crush, Or the Blatant Staring Allowed In Virtual Meetings

Your face is tiny on my screen,
one square among the twenty-two - 
but rising out of my laptop, 
somehow you fill the entire room. 

The professor talks away but 
I scarcely listen, for meanwhile,
I can spend the whole meeting with
my eyes fixed on your smile.

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Office Crush, Or the Intimacy of Sharing a Computer Mouse In This Touchless Age

His hand is warm. 

I know this because 

I have felt the warmth of it

through the mouse.

He leans behind me to reach 

the printer, teasing me because 

I was startled. And he always says,

“Can I borrow this for two seconds?”

But I don’t mind if it’s more.


When he gives me

the computer back,

and I click on the next patient’s chart, 

and I can tell where his fingers were, 

it might be the closest we’ll ever come 

to real touch.