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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.


Snaking slowly,
heavy mountain mist
hangs- -clings,
constricts the forest.
Cold air moist and thin
steals my breath- -
climbing life my struggle,
ascending in silence- -
ascension my intension 
beyond the inevitable
changes coming
with darkness- -burning
with light, brightly bleeding
energy for seeding stars
feeding a work of art- -love,
heart and soul,
in heavy silence 
and thick mountain fog.
Changing landscapes
clawing- -clinging
heart scapes and footsteps
toward inward ascension
outward- -upward
                               silence
and me, moving
in conjunction
with the stars.
Let go of the fog- -
it lets go of you.

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

Water falls
blue- -
your
eyes
spill
splash
my careening heart
still needs you
wild
love- -
washing
through
my soul- -
wish you were here
in this falling
all over me again.

Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

An image of a Rose

An image of a Rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

My petals curl
in upon themselves
closing at sunset

Hurry- -
kiss me
one last time
before the sun
lays down
beyond
the mountains
to sleep
beneath
a velvet canvas

 
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 

 

 
We follow a trail
long since tangled
in fisted weeds.
Walking back
through pages- -places
other lifetimes
have taken us
leaves thorns
in my thies- -
let me show you.

The back story
leads to now- -
knowing how we got here
is not important,
it’s where we go next.

Darling,
your eyes speak
volumes- -I live
for a great
toe curling read.
Eager
for a luscious ending,
I’ll wait to see
where we go next- -
passion-flower seeds
sprouting my hair.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 
Weaving spider,
a dreamcatcher’s web- -
easy,
dressing it a bit
more difficult.
Designing love
by hand
means listening
to its needs.
Breathing into it
pieces of heart- -
bits of soul, I risk
losing a child- -
an impending
letting go.
I’m never ready
to give them up- -
these seedling
extensions of self.
Eventually
I do
finish
the poem.

You are
my dreamcatcher.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.


My heart
half full
of empty- -
needs
to devour you
in slow motion- -
ways in which
whipped cream
and strawberries
are forbidden.

I want
to savor you
a while.

 

Photograph courtesy of pdphoto.org.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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