Collecting thoughts- -
a jar of fireflies
warm- -dim
starlight shows me
how alone
I really am here
alone- -lost
in the absence
of Friday’s smile
winter slicing
through veins
of memories,
even shadows laugh
to see I bleed
without you
I hold my jar- -
a blanket of thoughts,
waiting.
Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
Eyes closed,
I walk my fingers
over faces I hold
dear and familiar,
absorbing distinct features- -
textures,
a meditation on life,
love.
Smooth autumn leaf faces
awaiting wind’s whispered magic,
to be feathers- -
aloft and dancing.
A cool granite face,
spiked and dimpled- -
dappled lichen scales curl
across the surface.
Times imprints- -
bedtime stories
of musty earth.
Wrinkled pine bark,
a rough face- -weathered
cloaked in whiskered wisps
of tangled moss
tells of north wind’s
brutal snow- -
life in stages- -staged by nature.
Familiar faces,
life’s changes- -
the future of pasts
always present- -ghosts- -
reality and memory,
imagery- -sentience,
eternal love being light.
I read textures in longhand,
the way I write love notes
to lovers I’ll never know- -
knowing those I’ve loved,
I will always love.
Their features immortalized
in natures textures.
Eyes closed,
sentient- -
I walk among the faces
I hold dear and familiar.
copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
English: Pale horse In field between the railway line and the Eastern Cleddau. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I shiver- -the darkness
cold, missing you
already.
Ignore the rain
on my face
over your suffering.
The inevitable lingers- -
a huge spider in its web,
dangling around my neck.
I’ve begged it to leave you
here with me. I could
rewrite the turning
of seasons I’ve squandered
without you. Selfish, I know- -
after all, pale horses are impatient.
I’ve heard quietus
can be kind- -beautiful
like you. It’s down deep
in the well of missing
more years together- -
I fear most.
Sis,
give mom and dad
my love. I’ll see you smiling
again one timeless Sunday
for dinner and pie.
We’ll laugh
over no more tomorrows- -
then see about taming
a pale horse or two.
For Clara, I love you sis.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
so softly
a faint breath
goes in the night
looking back- -words
escaped me
with his passing
his fading light
left a momentary
wisp on the sill
yet- -
flowers still
bloom my heart
light
feeds life
endings- -begin
my soul
continues
the dance
somewhere
my wolf calls
out to me
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
The love of my life (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Snakes shed- -
a shifting
from one phase
to another.
Winter lets go
giving up its
blankets to
spring’s bursting- -
new life pulsating.
Color storms
our senses- -
we begin again.
Metamorphosis- -
butterfly magic
works in stages.
I let go- -
old lovers
for new.
It’s hard
sometimes,
letting go of
borrowed
treasures,
one age for
another- -size
for another- -love,
for another love.
Life changes,
exchanges energies- -
renewal is
light over darkness.
Endings
never- -never
really end.
Don’t give up,
listen- -my heart
purrs for you.
Hold on to me,
see I’m already yours.
Focus,
breathe,
now let go- -
it’s just the
beginning.
We’ve barely
scratched the
surface together- -LOVE.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
Love has him
out collecting the wind
and rainbows
in a jar- -trying to feel
what he knows
in his heart- -his mind knows
and so it goes out walking
about life- -trying
to find himself
in the coming
and going
between the ins and outs
of self-awareness and being,
his being, positively- -negatively
charged energies,
a walking stick- -fine line
between two poles
juxtaposed to love light
and starlight- -both
curving his universe
within- -without
second thought
to karmic polarity he
bends at the knees,
weak- -enlightened,
in love.
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
I slip- -you catch me
in the gentle rhythm
of your heart- -before
I fall away- -
breathless and dizzy,
ensconse me- -love.
Your voice- -touch
- -delicate, passionate soul- -
fire and wisdom
complete me in ways
life alone cannot do.
I would
lose myself in you
forever
- -a blessing.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
When Reading my poetry, the "- -" is a pause longer than a comma and shorter than a sigh.
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All poetry and photographs on Cerulian Moon is the sole work of Suzie Ashby. Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby. If I use quotes from anyone else or photographs, I will give full credit to the right parties.
It is about Love, Nature, and Unconditional Love.
