Sara Fielder Poems
Emotions Up and down up and down up and
It takes me fifteen minutes walking fast But not that far Three rights, a left, then straight ahead To Cemetery Yard
Let Me Die Upon The Sea
Let me die upon the sea to reincarnate as a wave beryl blue and fearless undulating in my grave
The Screamy Meanies
Each night the screamy meanies come To kick me wide awake They spit on me and yank my hair Poke me with three pronged stakes
I waited in the lobby as the television blared While my mother was in surgery Me wondering how she fared Where the old ones in their wheelchairs
Words on this paper Words in my head Words while I'm texting Computing
Behind the Bronze Door
When we were negative three or four We'd play behind the heavy bronze door In white linen dresses and silver shoes Our eyes swirled infinity in blue-green hues
Turn off the light Let darkness come Like some long dead blank being Just drown yourself in all of it
I don't need ritualistic liturgy to know God lives inside of me No holy water on my head A rosary my fingers thread
Crem de la Crow
When I was black and lacy in the center of your soul, and you were liquid poison in my blood, I unfolded into a dark center of satin
At the end of the day when I contemplate Its highs, its middles and lows I find myself neither smiling Or moaning a song of woe
I know I can't compare to Maya Angelou or Baudelaire You will not find me on the shelf with them or those that make you feel
In the field of books where people have no faces, I entered innocently to look among the pages.
I was at the table eating God with little white asters, as carefree as the smell of salt, and time was as seamless and sane as an ocean breeze.
Red hawks dive and swoop and soar
High above me-Could I ask for more?
I envy their majestic wings
Their view encompassing everything!
The sky is their domain no doubt
With sunlit clouds and wind about
Circling for prey with greedy eyes
Danger and beauty combined in the skies