~Motions~

the hidden moon

peeking out from

the iris
blue green pearls

and moving clouds

I glanced

throught velvet

tree branches

I felt the storm coming

and felt excited

upside down,

it’s a trembling

and drunken sky

stars come out

in a cold sky

I’m finally free

you just roll

over me

again

and you pull me

back in

at the edge

what have we become?

it seems like

were going the motions

it seems like

you could care less

when I lean in

you pull away

am I enough?

we don’t have much

to say anymore

I want to feel

the fire

in our heart again

it’s hard to keep

that spark

I just want to feel

the moment again

all I want

is to be back

in your arms

laying back

looking up

at the stars

tangled and lazy

creaking

cricket

blackberry thickets

only the trees

will know

what we do

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

~Wistful~

change is good

it’s the first link in forgetting  

even though

it’s hard to find

the door

now the lullaby

of rain outside

makes me wistful

a cinnamon chai latte

wraps around me

like the warmest

of smiles

you have beautiful eyes

a beautiful name

even though I don’t know you

I just crave

your conversation

even the moon

is clouded over

nobody
is a shortcut
slow
down
the twirl
of the world

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

~Arizmendi~

anything they do

is like poetry

little pieces

of love

smells like almonds

and baking bread

a hippie bakery

long hair

and lazy

hope

when people

were nice to people

I waited

for you

on a half wooden

boat bench

that had been covered

from the rain

making it look

more like dappled sun

in the forest

some quiet

in the chaos

I bit into

the Ricciarelli cookie

the only only real

Italian thing 

in the cafe

I decided on

hoping it would be

the perfect coffee cookie

to have for breakfast

in the morning

and it was

soft 

and sweet

chewy velvet

in your mouth

melts
scattered
sugar

I can smile

again

laughter

balances

the days

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

~strangers~

“I always wonder why birds stay in the  same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the  same question.”-Harun Yahya

strangers

were nothing but strangers

a corkscrew

to the heart

I have to accept

that you will never see me

what happened?

we were so close

now it’s

all up in smoke

we can’t cleanse that

from this house

a vision she foretold

she said stay away

that boys a warning sign

an executioner's face

is always well-hidden

i’m done picking up the broken pieces

our hearts are in danger

now

I won’t take them anymore

and

I can see the  devil inside me

I can’t lose myself now

I’m so close to leaving

and you have no idea

how much that haunts me

I am better then your leftovers

your dead flies

I won’t take them anymore

I tell you  the source

of all my pain

but then you just turn around

and laugh

again

I can’t tell you

anything

we missed too many

birds


~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

~Eye of the Storm~

“I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom  I do not see, whom at times I’ve manage to visit; and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent when I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die”-Juan Ramon Jimenez

there is a space

where calm prevails

no one will find

it’s hidden doors

misty

and crawling green

hanging and shivering

with dangerous

green hazel eyes

in the vastness

ruddy

and unexpecting

you, who have known my arm’s

know the sun still shines

no matter what happens

you, will you remember me

The un-calm mind

ever wants more.

I remember you

a ghost

a interlude

paint

your dream

the secret

garden

twists

and turns

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~