Sarah's Poetry

The purpose of this blog is for some understanding that as I began my transition for all purposes, I had to reconcile some emotions that had been following me since my years in Vietnam. This small group of poetry began with "A Soldier's Time", an emotional catharsis starting in 1968 after I returned to the United States.

These poems emerged at the same time of Sarah's appearance.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Reflections of the Feminine Mind and Body


who’s reflection do I see?

as I stand before this mirror

the image tis both clear and real, it cannot be me.

my mind’s own eye hast its own image clear

dressed and colored with prejudice free

who’s reflections do you see?

who’s reflections do I see?

this mirror cannot lie,

but shows a face full in imperfections

masked with colors sharp and clean

on skin with soft and subtle lines of age.

mine own vision, an aging beauty be.

who’s reflections do you see?

who’s reflections do I see?

the mirror sees only outside, not what’s within.

her time before the mirror is short, her pain hidden well

until others gladly welcomes the person she sees

her joy to share with all, her true reflections

only then can mirrors see the image she knows

is hidden until her true self is who you see?


What does it take to create illusions?

What part of you, do you chose to hide,

To show your other side.

Not to be ugly or fake.

Discover how hard you must strive

To let the inner beauty shine, flaws be faint

With flawless color and paint.

What does it take to create illusions?

The feminine figure is beauty and grace.

Foundations for body and face,

Spandex, satin and lace.

Powders, blushes, lipsticks and creams,

Meticulously applied it seems

To create the someone of your dreams.

What does it take to create illusions?

Are we trying to hide from someone,

Or is it just me this other persona,

From where does she come;

Is she conjured from deep

Within our very souls?

Does she survive just beneath the surface

Waiting for colors with which to contrast

With the drab fabrics

Of the visible shells of ourselves.

My other blog has a picture taken standing at the shore of Walden's Pond near Waltham, Mass. On this particular day, there was no wind to speak of to disturb the waters showing a strong reflections of the tree line. The mirror can be our friend sometimes to let us check our makeup and reflects the view as we stand admiring ourselves. It can also be something that we prefer not to use as it also reflects those small pieces of our former selves that we are so desperately trying to erase.

Mirrors do not lie, is it regretfully they reflect the true image of the person that stands before them, or do we recognize the joy of the person we are to become. We must learn to see our true selves, just as the still waters of Walden's Pond reflect that which rings the edge, we must show others what they want to see and think they see, as we mingle in the crowds. Only when we adorn ourselves with the trappings of feminine garments and paints can we escape from beneath the surface of the mirror.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


One simple embracing act

Costs the giver practically nothing

What he/she gets in return

Cannot be measured

Till it’s done

One simple act

Open feelings given

Without attachments

To hold on to someone

Releases the hearts

Most single important

Reason for being touched

Without expectation

Of return

One act so simple

Yet gives each

Who participates

More in returns

Than initial


SJ Riggle

December 16, 2001

Even though this was written almost 9 1/2 years ago, (seems like a lifetime) its message for simple hugs still needs to be spread. There are friends dealing with the pains of abandonment by family and friends who are just hurting. A good embracing hug can do wonders for a person's heart.

So I encourage to give away good hugs to those who you see that might need one. A hug is all one needs to receive sometimes.

Friday, March 4, 2011

By writing "A Soldier's Time", I also opened the floodgates to other poetry I discovered I needed to write. Poems which described my churning emotions of shame and guilt during my years of early transition. These poems helped me illuminate the doorway of transition and to a new life, an opportunity to see life from two perspectives, one a reflection of the other. Just as the reflections of the tree are present on the waters of Walden’s Pond, so is the reflection and presence of my first life lived as a father and husband seen in Sarah’s eyes. These poems let me put into words all the emotional angst and fears that I faced as I approached my transition. Each poem followed the joys and successes as I climbed each step of accomplishments to become Sarah as I walked her path.

Transition is like finding a road that diverges from one heading to another. You are never quite sure how to start or what to take. You don't know what you will leave behind or discover beyond the bend or over the hill. Either way you go you don't really know if you have chosen well.

Roads to Take

I wait to see

which road I should take

always going forward

over the next hill

never to return

I wait to see

is the road to the left

going with the expected

to the right leaves me guessing

I don’t know what’s right

I wait to see

what life can do for me

should I take the bull

by the nose

or by the horn

I wait to see

what can I live without

my wife or children

my life as I know it

to walk the well worn path

I wait to see

whose love I need

from my wife

or from my children,

I think best to have from both

I wait to see

if perhaps any other road

could fill my life as full

of pleasures for me

or to those beyond

I wait to see

that perhaps my life’s road

with all the pain and glory;

the best road to take

is the road I’m on

November 29.2001