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Sarah Ritchie Poem
Upon the Banks of the Canal
I sit here sipping cider on the banks of the canal,
I watch you as you walk and talk at great lengths with your pal.
I feel you as you hold the hand of love that’s in your life,
I see the way your eyes light up when you look at your wife.
I spy the gaze of toddlers, all just figuring out their place,
I breathe as runners pass me, each at war with their own pace.
I glimpse the love that binds two hands and brings about those smiles,
I see the life shine in those eyes and spur them on for miles.
I stand and stretch, shake off the dust and gaze at swimming ducks,
I envy passers by that revel in their own good luck.
I know the ones who’re down and out, who need a helping hand,
I see the spoils that should be shared across forgotten land.
I cry for you, the way I think I likely always will,
I envy people in our places, but I feel you, still.
I note beginnings just like ours, when we were oh so young,
I see the hopes and dreams emerge, just as Spring is sprung.
I finish up my cider and survey the banks again,
I spot the people pack their things and baide farewell to friends.
I view lives lived and people loved; here I don’t feel broken,
I see a way to feel again, my heart might just reopen.
I step away, I leave the banks; I leave you waiting there,
I’ll walk a thousand miles, but I’ll still feel you everywhere.
It’s hard to walk away, but walk away I know I shall,
I’ll find you love, right there, upon the banks of the canal.
For Roy,
By Sarah Michelle Ritchie.
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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If I could catch a falling star and put it in my pocket,
I’d make a wish, I’d wish so hard, no other thing could stop it.
If I could catch your tragic tears and store them in a casket,
I’d be right there, before you cared, before you’d even ask it.
If I could catch what you caught first, feel every pain, I’d take it,
I’d smile so wide, good tears I’d cry, because my love, you’d make it.
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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Sarah Ritchie Poem
The list is long, demands all large, all needs that must be met,
I try to keep afloat among the red letters of debt.
Your eyes all plead their silent plea; ‘be ok, don’t need me’,
You’re desperate to go on and live life how you think it, freely.
My pleas fall flat and pile back up, as bricks make up their wall,
The search to find compassion goes unnoticed in you all.
It’s fear that gripped my bones, now makes me hide away from you,
The way I see your own fear, from my hidden point of view.
I'd rather die than see the guilt and hear your awkward lies,
If you could hear, beyond my words, repress your own surprise.
I’d let you in, if you were strong and I knew you could take it,
But what I see just makes me pause; I'm not sure you would make it.
So there it is, I’m all alone and life keeps piling on me,
And you’re not there, nobody is, I’m tired of feeling lonely.
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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Sarah Ritchie Poem
She used to tell me stories of the times when she would go,
Into the big, bold city, come the rain or shine or snow.
There never was a person, that took on the centre stage,
But pigeons feature in the tales that never made the page.
She used to walk her baby, wrapped up warm against the cold,
She pushed that pram with little arms, till baby grew too old.
She sat in silence on a bench and watched the day go by,
And took in all the beauty, in those hot chocolate brown eyes.
I wonder if she felt it, as she sat with words unsaid,
I think I would be lonely, if I led that life instead.
But she spoke very fondly, of the times with babe in tow,
When into pigeon park she’d wonder, rain or shine or snow.
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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Sarah Ritchie Poem
Honesty’s good, but what if it’s not? What if the truth can hurt you?
Or harm those around, by making that sound… Is honesty really a virtue?
I'd rather hear a ‘hmm, yeah, okay’, till all of the drama is long gone,
Lie to me please, hold off my dismay; if honesty’s here, I don’t want none.
What if it’s bad and your life is good, and honesty changes the rules,
I'd rather someone lie right to my face, than treat me to glittery jewels.
Honesty welcomes and lightness floods in, forgetting the shadows that lurk there,
Lies might not trend, but then in the end, what in this life is so fair?
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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Sarah Ritchie Poem
Why do you think, you can darken my days, and lie to my sisters around me?
What is the price, I pay you to go, far back from the place that you found me?
Who told you I, wouldn’t mind if you stole, and broke every bone in my body?
It’s your world I know, my role not to show, best behave and not do something oddly.
Who said I’d be fed, from scraps off your plate, when I have learned not to be hungry?
Why tell me such things, and get into my head, making enemies even among me?
What good does it do, to spend time with you, and why do I feel like I’m coasting?
It’s always the same, you’ll forget my name, but others will hear of your boasting.
Where is the care, the will I know’s there, I don’t understand why you hate me?
Why is it that, besides from the cat, it’s always just me left out lately?
When will you stop, let’s go from the top, I’ll hear out your whole life story?
It’s one in the same, we just change the name, and fight for our own piece of glory.
Copyright © Sarah Ritchie | Year Posted 2022
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