~After Image~

~After Image~

glancing up

I see you through the mirror panes

of the bus

you had the same clothes

if it was even you

the sea green dog eared shirt

the bombers jacket

the bent over body of someone surrendering

with your ruddy face

map of

cracked, dry lines
wide blue glass eyes

you looked at me

without blinking

the bus drove away

and I was unfeeling

the after image

burns my memory

the minute you struggle

that’s when you fall

which illusion

will you chose

Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Blue Girl~

~Bluegirl~

you put a rose in my book

when I was reading

just to see me smile

to see my face lighten

for a brief moment

the rose was called Bluegirl

timid and graceful

impatient and twisting

in a trembling shadow

in the pale light

blushing and soft

tea roses

to warm up

our dark corners

fingers tremble

on velvet perfume

starry blooms

leaving a

periwinkle stain

violet and pale

no longer a wonderer

you have to really accept my flowers

you have to really see me

if you act like you belong

no one will question you

the Blue Girls

are violet and blue

are sighing twinkling lights

you only want enough clarity

to trigger the vividness

by Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Frosted Moonlight~

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

“Frosted moonlight….”-Lewis Carroll

On the day when

the weight deadens

on your shoulders

and you stumble,

remember me

a snowy morning

frosted moonlight

shivers in icey circles

with your breath

a braid of frost

and felt

mats

of twisted blue flowers

winking and nodding

in the wind

the sky swirls

and shivers

purple and jealous

curves of angels

and lilly sharp

icicles

in the silence

of chaotic dreams

help me to find balance

a flock of colors,

indigo, red, green,

and azure blue

frays

and fades

come to awaken you in

a stain of ocean

blackens beneath you,

a path of yellow moonlight

to bring you safely home.

coils of our breath

in a lonely hug

let me borrow

some warmth from you

and turn ice to fire

secret ghosts

of memory

frosted moonlight

to lead you safely home

~White Roses~

~White  Roses~

“I am not what happened to me , I am what I chose to become”-Carl Jung

the glass beauty

finally broke

petals of glass

a new sigh

basking in

the reflected glory

of childhood

red mournful lips

china blue eyes
and unspoken words

you wanted me to see

Snow White

to still believe in magic

I was wondering

why you wanted me to miss Micheal Jackson

but I understand now

you wanted me to hold on to

the fragile shell
of innocence
white roses

in the dark debris
you stand against the tide
and that is no small thing
you're a thief
regal
and ragged
like a rose petal

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Photo by Emily Citaro

~The Man in the Moon~

~The Man in the Moon~

~by Sarah Mahina Calvello~

fans of green 

and jagged brown hearts

in the bouncing sunlight

and secret velvet

sounds of water 

and ice tea

in tinkling yellow glasses 

peeling oranges

soft skin

hugging the dirt

in it's fall

a young girl

loves for the first time

eyes jade and dangerous

tousled hair

and a shy smile

do you even know

what your hiding?

nothing ever

goes away

until we know

what were hiding 

~Magnolia~

I smelled a magnolia for the first time today on a overhanging tree of green and brown leaves hang like fallen stars with their creamy heads down in shame I always pass by but I never thought to actually reach up and smell it to lay my nose in its blushing cream bulb rose veins sent out to fade and hang like stars and forgotten dreams you said  I had palm tree eyes I almost saw you but the sun got in the way

~Thank you!~

~Thank you, H.B. Miller of City College of SF, for nurturing my writing and being a figure for me to look up to. You're a good friend and teacher.~