Other, Poetry by Sarah

Daffodils

Inspired by Mick E. Talbot who introduced me to Elfje…

Bulbs
Sprout green
Their fingers reaching
Towards the golden sunlight
Blooming.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credits By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: These bulbs were in the ground when we moved into our house in 2011. Every year, I try to dig them up (I’m not a fan of daffodils) and the following year, they continue to pop up again. It’s become a bit of a household joke about the daffs’ resilience and persistence. At least I got a poem out of them this time…

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix, 19 August 2017 – garden

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

I am not nothing

I am not nothing.
I know you see me,
Even though you stare blankly
through the places I be.

I am not nothing.
I see the flicker in your eye,
A glimpse, a recognition
– your sister, a tie.

I am not nothing.
I’m not an aberration.
Not an evil monster,
You invented that creation.

I am not nothing.
All the wrongs against you,
are deeds to be halved,
your own version of true.

I am not nothing.
You need to share blame.
We both made mistakes,
played a terrible game.

I am not nothing.
Not invisible, not worthless,
And who the fuck made you,
so pious and righteous?

I am not nothing.
It cuts to the core,
It still hurts like hell
it’s me alone, you ignore.

I am not nothing.
There’s no end in sight,
I’ve tried for so long now
to make things right.

I am not nothing.
I want to move on,
To harbour this grudge
Eight years is too long.

I am not nothing.
It’s time to say ‘bye,
Because though you’re my brother
you don’t even try.

I am not nothing.
What you don’t see
Is that to someone who matters,
Their everything is me.

By Sarah ©2017


Image by Karen Shaw at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 Author note: This poem is based on my estranged brother. From time to time we have to deal with one another at family events etc and he pretends I don’t exist. This poem attempts to deal with some of the feelings that arise when being treated like this by someone you used to be close to. Obviously there are two sides to the story. This is mine.