Guest Poet Sara Kay Adams
SERENADING THE MOON
I suppose you want to know why I am out here all alone,
just me and my guitar,
on the edge of my deck,
in the middle of winter without my jacket.
Believe you me,
I have good reason.
Tonight I have turned my passions over to higher diveness-
I am serenading the moon.
She looks so beautiful-
gleaming so brightly-
illuminating her spotlight and her every attention upon me-
listening to my every strum and the songs of praise I whisper unto the night
sky.
Time with her is never wasted,
never disappointing or lonely.
She is my truest and most pure love-
so constant and unconditional.
It matters not if I am fat,
what my past has lead me to repeat or never to resolve-
she listens to me as I serenade her.
November, 1997
Sara Kay Adams's Questions:
#1 What is your interpretation of this poem?
#2 What emotions do you feel after reading it?
Correspond with Sara Kay Adams at
rockergirl52374@hotmail.com
with your ideas about this poem.
LITTLE SISTER
You didn't act like this was farewell,
you knocked on my door the way you always have-
we smoked our last cigarette just as every day preceding.
Only one difference or two-
the stuffed frog from your bed that you placed in my hand,
and the tears that didn't quite escape your eyes.
As your call pulled away,
I felt the color rush from my face to my feet-
taking me away from the scene I no longer wanted to be a part of.
I try to imagine, this time, this place, my conversations without you-
it's a scene even my most creative side couldn't piece together.
Maybe I am relishing in the novelty of this challenging moment-
perhaps only minor adjustments are in order-
I believe that is naive wishful thinking.
My dearest friend, my little sister,
I have grown to appreciate and protect you so.
I will no longer have your youthful giggle in my ear,
or have your random hugs that you instinctually knew I needed.
Instead,
tonight I will bury my sorrows and my body under the blankets,
perhaps pull your frog closer to me.
I shall hope that my prayers will bring you your every request,
and my arms,
though now infinitely distant,
will somehow manage to protect you.
November, 1997
Sara Kay Adams's Questions:
#1.This poem is supposed to be about growing apart from someone who has to travel a different path than I do. After reading this poem ... is that clear or is that still hazy?
Correspond with Sara Kay Adams at
rockergirl52374@hotmail.com
with your ideas about this poem.
The Albany Poetry Workshop