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Untitled

by

Sarah Richmond

We all have a frown
Creasing slightly
Deep gorges
In the golden brown earth.
We don't know the answers
Sometimes not the questions
Our minds
Tangled bowls of pasta
No end
No beginning
No middle
No stopping
Just rushing forwards
Or is it backwards?
Into an uncertain time
Until one day
When the strands of mind
Sort themselves out
We will be too old to use that knowledge
Too bitter to pass it on.


Untitled

by

Sarah Richmond

If you have a dream, the facts don't count
It never matters if mountains rise up before you
It doesn't matter if the turmulous sea
Threatens to drown you
And it doesn't matter if the desert scorches
With golden and seemingly non-fatal sand.
The clouds may rise
And your eyes may falter
And turn away from your final aim.
Yet the eagle soars above the mountain top
And calls it home
Starfish cannot swim, but let themselves be
Lead to safety
Cactus survive the sand-dune
But most of all,
The clouds may make your goal misty
And the disbelief from you or others
May tear your path in two
Remember : clouds bring rain
And rain brings life
And banter hardens your soul's ambition
The surprise on the face of those who doubt you
Will be a great reward
But not bigger than the reward of
Yourself conquering the "impossible"
If you have a dream
The facts don't count.


If Only

by

Sarah Richmond

Sometimes I wish
As the bomb creation is completed
That normality never played a part
That maybe life's battlefield would
Reduce casualties
If only a smile really were free.

Sometimes I wish
As the bomb tick-tocks
That hope was never a fraction of creativity
That maybe pain's guillotine would
Become a fire extinguisher
If only life's path really had signposts.

Sometimes I wish
As the explosion rips
That love's lock had a key
That maybe rain would
Free a barren soul
If only wishes were acknowledged.


In Memorium

by

Sarah Richmond

They never tell me over the phone
But I always know
I can tell from the vivid numbness in their voices
The fabrication that everything is alright
Wearing thin at the hem
Of the cheap cotton threads.
The corrosive attempts at genial dialogue
Ebb away at the ascertation of my
Perception
Of the extinction of a beloved.
I steady myself for the prolific aroma of
Quiche and
Milk tart.
The sparse crowds washing the Italian Spade dishes.
Flowers, scintillating and brazen in their superflous
Sympathy
Commiserations.
Mental thoughts process through the choice of
Ebony-funereal garb.
The precise emotion of mourning
Mingled with
Pluck and gallantry
Due to a heroine.
The safety of a night
The deamonless night
With it's saving lapse of reality.
The abhorrence of the unnerving daybreak
The genesis
Where dreams errode
Where truth becomes apparent
And a void engulfs me.