microscopic muses

Did you look
for me amongst
the crowds, that came
to worship
your beauty?

Did you recognize
my smile
on the face, that was
not mine?

When the sky calls you When time stops still Remember how to breathe

your touch too much a reminder of which doors I closed

Closed doors Closed mind A future bind to the past

Theme images by Radius Images

Mis(s)understood wears a hood

and stands (shedding tears)

under a rainbow

*camouflaged *

~ SarahA

SarahA: Someone who lives in the world's silence and yet hears her Soul. a Poet, a Writer, a Dreamer, a Lover, a Believer, a mad Woman; a Roman Catholic!

“ Ink runs from the corner
of my mouth
There is no happiness
like mine
I have been eating Poetry”

~ Mark Strand 1934-2014

All words accompanying pictures

(taken with a mobile phone

and sometimes enhanced)

my own

Unless otherwise stated

Musings of memories

becoming the promises

of Poems

Hidden between

inked inklings

of written words

and

snap shots

of time;

bound in a blog

~ SarahA