With Death Freedom

With death comes freedom
Do not morn my loss
My body was no longer mine
Now I am as I was before
Remember me
Love me
As I am remembered
So shall I be

I live on in her
My only daughter
In the children she bore
The grandchildren she loves
My mark may be small
But shines as a bright star.

For my mother

©Saroya Poirier 5/1/10

Memories Lost

Life lost in the mists of my past
My children now grown
Women, men, grandchildren
Snatches of you within my grasp
Names at the edge of my mind
I know you
I need to be anchored the tide is taking me away
My life drifting with the outgoing waves
Like drift wood battered by time and tide I wait
When I was young I! Why can’t I remember?
Do you live far?
When did I move here is my house gone?
Cobwebs obscure my vision losing touch with me
Spiders run away with each memory
Do I know you?
How is your mother? She was a lost soul
What was your mother’s name ah yes so young
I loved her she had such a hard time

Who is their mother?
Yes she suffered too the mother of my children
I have a wife she never comes
Are you sure you’ve seen her here?
No not today if you say she was here I believe you

A vast empty wasteland appears before me
Darkened rooms behind each door
I seek a candle to light the memories
That once dwelled vivid in my mind
I am lost within myself even death is welcomed
Yet he does not come
I suffer this living death, each day is less
Do I know you?

The pictures on the wall who are they?
Greeting cards? Not real?
Do you know their names?
I forget so much
What is love?
Even that will soon be lost
Don’t forget I did love you all
Remember me that way
Not the way I have become

©Saroya Poirier 4/30/10

I have no Words to Count

I have no words to count
Upon the floor they mount
A mess it is lost within a mind
A jumble of useless words I find

Words lying about gathering dust
A flood of words for which I lust
Slipping frustratingly away
They come and go each day

Clueless words slip under foot
Their count too numerous to input
Chasing this one crunching that
Common phrases that go flat

Nothing special nothing smart
No imagery can they impart
Watch them flutter then depart
Thus you see is mine own art

Only simple words linger
Like an old forgettable singer
Then run hide like a virgin bride
That I hurtfully denied

Most frustrating hidden from sight
Most exasperating swells to incite
Taking wing on a cloudy night
My words so simple so right


Saroya Poirier © 3/21/2010

Wondering

I was sittin here wondering
I do that quite a bit
Wonder if getting dressed
Is what I could do best?
Or should I just sit here
Contemplating my navel
On this gray overcast day
In sunless Seattle.

You say get yourself up
Put on some fancy duds
For nothing holds ya back
When the rain is drizzling down.
So what’s in your craw?
That’s keeping you down low.

Life is what it is,
You make it what you want
Some days are low
It’s the high ones the best
But even on slow days
There is something to cheer

Life is worth living
No matter where you appear
So get off your ass
That TV show is lax
If nothing presents itself
Go stand in the rain

It’s only just water
Might be cold or warm
But you’ll dry up nice
One you come in by the fire.
Strip yourself naked
Dance and sing with abandon.

You can be happy all by yourself.
That is the truth I guarantee.
Dressed or no, get up off your ass.

©Saroya Poirier 1/3/2010