Archive for July, 2010


Ladies on Hemlock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ladies wearing white
Hemlock sips Earth’s cool flowing
Hear happy birdsong

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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Life

 

Mallow flower smiles
Suckling wooded Mother’s love
Life balances death

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Colorado Wild Fringed Sage

 

Earth offering sage
Sacred smudge smoke purifies
Great Circle lights us

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Sunrise glows fire
on the wall
bleeding into dreams
less forsaken
than his heart
he stirs- -stretches- –
groans at the start
of another day- -empty
void of her smile- –
touch as tender
as any unconditional love
could be- -wildflower hair,
sun-kissed skin, soft
eyes devouring his soul,
cotton candy in his mouth- –
her lips tempting, he savored- –
etching indelibly in his memory

A tear catching sun sparks
on his face lures his mind- –
reeling- -alone- -lonely, his body aches
back on the bed her ghost
bleeds into dreams
less forsaken than his heart.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

An ending
                beginning- –
dandelion seeds take flight
on the breeze- -scatter
I view them sideways- -hoping
to catch one without trying.
Mind’s shutter clicks- –
silent echo in gray matter.
Seeds drift onward,
inward- -landing
on a grassy knoll
behind the eyes, pregnant
– -flailing- –
loving wind’s caress,
butterflies dance on thoughts
with neurons exploding.
Lightning strikes.
Energy flows a deluge
                                       freely- –
synthesis in a trickle
toward the heart.- -Soul
drinks in summer tears
– -sighs- -smiles crystallize
creating a memory book
of cherished imprints
for recollection
near the end.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Recoiling
against the cold
I am a baby
absorbing
the warmth of you.

Instinctively
my fingers
take you.
My soul- -you hold
in your being.

You
    are
      my
        soul.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Expose
my heart
render
it still- –
moonlight
playing
across
deep green
forest.
Your eyes
sparkle
eager- –
fervor
diver- -diving
              for my
              soul’s core.
              Hunger’s
              power
              surging- –
              my blood
              burns- -race
              my heart
              on this
              firebox
              threshold.
              I beg- –
              urging
              our lips
              converge,
              devour- -requite
                               our needs.
                               Moonlight’s
                               promise
                               carried
                               upon
                               our skin
                               and its
                               liquid
                               silver
                               sparkle- –
                               within
                               your eyes.- –
                               You have
                               my heart
                               exposed.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.