Showing posts with label Mikki Sadil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mikki Sadil. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Meet Mikki Sadil!
I am Mikki Sadil, a wife, mother and grandmother. I live on the Central Coast of California with my husband, Welsh Corgi puppy, Siamese/Himalayan cat, an African Grey parrot and a Blue and Gold Macaw. I have been writing all my life, but only started publishing in the last couple of years. I write for Middle Grade and Young Adults, mostly contemporary fiction along with a bit of fantasy and my newest novel, which is historical fiction. I don’t write much poetry, but when I do, it is usually very personal, and because of that, I’ve never been willing to try to publish it until now.
The Brass Balloon
by
Mikki Sadil
In the golden eye of yesterday
We did what all lovers do…
held each other too tight to breathe
And drowned in each other’s kisses.
And when we could talk again
we planned our lives
for fifty years and more.
But gold has a way of tarnishing
And yesterday has lost its beginning
and now our kisses are as cool and distant
as the February fog across the hill..
and when was the last time you held me
too tight to breathe?
Listen…I still love you…in a part of me
that always will…but I can’t go back to yesterday
any more, because, you see…
now there is tomorrow.
My tomorrow.
And yet, I cry. For you. For me. For us.
For all our yesterdays that somehow never
gave birth to tomorrow.
Listen…I had a thirst you didn’t want to share,
A self you didn’t want to know
and so, that golden moment of love
became a brass balloon
and drifted away.
Mikki Sadil
In the golden eye of yesterday
We did what all lovers do…
held each other too tight to breathe
And drowned in each other’s kisses.
And when we could talk again
we planned our lives
for fifty years and more.
But gold has a way of tarnishing
And yesterday has lost its beginning
and now our kisses are as cool and distant
as the February fog across the hill..
and when was the last time you held me
too tight to breathe?
Listen…I still love you…in a part of me
that always will…but I can’t go back to yesterday
any more, because, you see…
now there is tomorrow.
My tomorrow.
And yet, I cry. For you. For me. For us.
For all our yesterdays that somehow never
gave birth to tomorrow.
Listen…I had a thirst you didn’t want to share,
A self you didn’t want to know
and so, that golden moment of love
became a brass balloon
and drifted away.
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