Archive for November, 2010

Fierce wind
                   bitter- –
your eyes
not so much- –
Your arms
encircle me- –
against your body
a pocket of love.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

And there he was- -fragmented
– -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.

Inside- –
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.

Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- –
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.

Both life and time- -indifferent- –
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- –
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while.  Memories- -ghosts- –
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.

I find a picture to cherish a while. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.


Magic dancers- –
candle flames sputter,
rising higher- -higher,
spellbound by the fire
your lips find mine
in the glowing.
Knowing the strength
of love’s weakness- –
and destiny a twilight river
– -we flow gently
in a sinuous trance.
Their vermeil veil
wraps us,
rapture- -bliss- –
our tenderness
quilts winter’s chill
in the muted light
of magic dancers.
Night goes whispering.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

A vixen screams on the wind,
night streams in.
A river of ice- -my blood
cold- -dams up,
my heart- -paralized.

You sigh.
Realizing its an echo- –
only an echo of you,
brutal darkness
betrays my heart- –
that frozen stream screaming
in whispers- –
whispering your name.

My mind denies the wind
softly calling.  Only
loneliness hears you laugh,
not the mind.
Yes- -my heart
still hears your laughter- -sigh,
in moonlight
spilling over water.  Swift
currents collide inside- –
my mind drifts
to matters of the heart- –
circles of longing
tearing circles apart.
Darkness echoes darkness
swathed- -layers of black silk
around me.
My heart
a metronome
ticks away
your shadow

– -sleeping.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Sudden cloud cover
ushers in silence- –
profusely silent
wildlife awaits snow- –
morning coffee warms
mid November’s chill
sleeping- -he breathes slow
timid light breaks- -blue
through a frosted pane
a kaleidoscope
splashes- -fire crackles
gently I kiss him
stirring his senses
silence- -holds me close.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

The in between spaces
 –rare moments,
a deep cleansing breath,
long sigh- -too long
in coming- -laugh, smile,
sit for a while listening- –
wind rushing through the trees
relaxation- -meditation,
a lot can be said
in the in between- –
I love you- –
how much you miss me,
perhaps a kiss
in between times- –
men and women can’t go
too long without
moments in between.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Neither going, nor coming
is ever easy
though used wisely
shining polished stones
of time are useful
when collecting nuggets
for a box of dreams

coins for spending
on empty days
when creativity
loses its flavor

When drifting aimlessly
through long silences
creates nothing- –
a pocket full of days
tossed recklessly
into my box of dreams- –
for making word salad

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.