Sadie’s Foolery

Sadie was lost amongst mermaid tales

She was rolling and splashing in reverie

Letting the tales knead the knots

From her body and mind

This morning Sadie didn’t want to wake up

Instead she would remain in her underwater garden

Decorated in flowing reeds of kelp

And silken curly mermaid tresses

Sadie had been miserable for too long

Then so serious in her steep hard climb

Sadie would spend

The next few precious moments

Softening in salt

Sliding amongst Beauty.

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lily2u1
    Apr 02, 2012 @ 11:08:57

    Beautiful. I know how Sadie feels ; )
    ~ Lily

    Reply

  2. nelle
    Apr 02, 2012 @ 11:24:32

    And so shall her spirit remain in the good places.

    Reply

  3. elliebloo
    Apr 02, 2012 @ 11:51:28

    Sometimes it’s best to stay where you feel safe. Lovely poem.

    Reply

  4. Nectarfizz
    Apr 02, 2012 @ 13:16:59

    God, it’s pathetic how much I love this.

    Reply

  5. stevehallsbooks
    Apr 03, 2012 @ 19:47:44

    I like this. Your poem reminded me of this one…

    In The Safety Of His Room

    The safety of the unborn
    in the unborn’s tiny room,
    all that’s needed to survive
    is in the mother’s womb.

    But nature has to take its course
    and soon the time is here;
    with much distress and coldness
    mother’s womb must disappear.

    Now in this world of bright lights
    and many goings-on,
    many lessons to be learned
    as life goes marching on.

    Expectations from the parents
    many challenges from friends,
    expectations from the teachers;
    burn the candle at both ends.

    A new job and another
    with bills that must be paid,
    and moving yet another time
    many decisions to be made.

    Successes can be many,
    and friendships far and wide.
    The closest of the close
    are standing firmly at your side. 

    And business efforts bring rewards
    many others would desire,
    but with rewards come feelings
    taken advantage of and tired.

    With life comes many feelings
    some good and some are bad,
    the good ones make you happy
    the bad ones make you sad.

    As when in mother’s belly
    what was needed was right there.
    The things that bring much comfort
    in this room are everywhere.

    So he seeks to find security
    of long ago in mother’s womb.
    He finds his sanctuary
    in the safety of his room.

    Reply

  6. jeglatter
    Apr 04, 2012 @ 08:24:12

    🙂 That’s it! Thank you for the poetry!
    -Jennifer

    Reply

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