Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Old Cedar Tree


It is cool and dark down here
Snuggled tightly deep underground
Wound around the roots of an old cedar tree

I would dig myself out for all to see
There would be no solitude quiet or safety
So here I stay secure in the grasp of this old tree

No one here to haunt me no one here to taunt me
The years roll by here I lie rotting away day by day
As the tree grows taller the less there is of me

All you’ll find should search for me, is bones
There may still be worms lovingly eating me
But that is the way it is supposed to be

If you want the cool and dark
I invite you down underground
I will wait to help you see
It’s not so bad being part of the tree
So come along with the worms and me

©Saroya Poirier   June 17, 2012

Monday, May 28, 2012

The Need


There is a definite need between my knees
A low down softness up lifting to please
A gentle touch of rough hands for me
A sigh heard encouraging urging
Demanding exacting forceful plunge
Opening Venus to trap the phallus
Friction subsiding a wave arising
Gentle swells awash with cool breeze
A limp extraction for pleasing thee

©Saroya Poirier May 28 2012

Drifting

Drifting
quiet introspect 
a shedding of the day
birthing into the night
Drifting 
Unable to anchor
chain cumbersome 
ungraceful heaviness
Drifting
Solitude forgiving
cleansing of the soul
letting go of the lost
Drifting
Confusion grasping
as water though fingers
sinking quicksand
Drifting
Soft light arsing 
bathing in warmth
shivering in the chill
Alone

©Saroya Poirier May 28, 2012 

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Love Unrequited

Love unrequited
Love unfulfilled
New love
First love
Lost Love
Happiness
Sadness
Fear
Hiding
Waiting
Unprepared
Young
Scared
Unaware
Artless
Trusting
Disbelief
Eternally lost

©Saroya Poirier

When I am gone


Will you pick up the phone to call me?
Will you wonder what I would say on this particular day?
Will you understand why I related what I learned along my way?

When you need advice will you remember what I taught you?
Will you pass it on to your child, one who may never know me?
Will you understand then why I so often repeated myself?

Our time is shorter then we think, it is over in a flash.
The day came when I realized that my time was not infinite.
That one day, five, ten, twenty years or a few more,
Might be all that is left to me, it was such a surprise.

What happened to forever?
Did I do enough? Did I love enough?
Did I give enough?  Will you remember me?

I often think I missed so much, did I?
Did I make my mark no matter how small?
Will someone say about my life?
“I wish you could have met her, she met so much to me.”

But I won’t be here to know, to hear, and to see on your way.
Just the traces of my existence in the people I love.
 I will always and forever love you.

© Saroya Poirier     May 13, 2012
Mom, grandmother, the one who thinks you are perfect no matter what.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Butterflies in my Chest

So looking online I see it isn't unusual to feel this sensation.
I thought it odd, very odd indeed since I had never heard of it before.

YES I am calling the doctor and going in to see him. Hopefully tomorrow.

Even odder, over the years, I have woken up asking friends, neighbors, children, grandchildren.
I have asked this question of my oldest granddaughter "Merissa, "did you feel the earthquake?"
Merissa looked at me when I told her what happen the night before saying she remembers me saying that to her.
Some where between fully awake or fast asleep, I would feel the earth move. NO not "that" kind of earth moving.

Recently, okay 4 or 5 days ago. fuck it, last week, I had this sensation.
I was almost but not quite asleep and I say to myself in my own little mind, "its an earthquake".
I have said that ever time I have felt this since my twenties.
Only this time, my mind notches up one notch to waking up instead of going deeper asleep.

My whole body is shivering so minutely that you might not see it if you were standing next to the bed.
Or maybe you would since I felt the bed move.
I am not cold, no muscle contractions, I am completely relaxed.
My body is vibrating, a full body shimmy with no effort on my part at all.
Oh yes after 40 years of dancing I know if muscles are deliberately or thoughtfully involved
or if it is uncontrolled muscle spasms.

Like everyone I have felt my body jerk awake as one muscle decides it must be morning,
or when you over exercise then begin to relax after going to bed.
That is NOT the sensation I felt.

What I felt was, actually relaxing.
"Except the butterflies from breast to stomach, which is a brand new never felt before sensation."
This event has only ever happened when I am in bed at that in-between stage of awake or asleep.
This has never ever happened when I am fully awake.
Not at all, not once.

But those butterflies, they are what concern me most.

Oh yes, Roni, Dale, Michele please do NOT tell anyone what I told you about,
you know what that is.
Exactly what I was doing the hour before I turned out the light to go to sleep.
Please keep your mouths shut. Thank you very much, Mom.

Well you have my news.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Happy Holidays

Our winter came today
We see it blue and gray

Ocean tides rising,
The moon presiding

Women dancing gleefully
Under stars shinning brilliantly

Holidays come
Holidays go
Just like Seattle snow

To that white and chilly sight
We stay home in fright
The hills of ice a slippery plight
Fit only for eight reindeer in flight

The warmth of love
The spirit of passion
The joy of giving
In this glorious season


Prose by Saroya Poirier ©2011