Category: Brainstorm


English: Limestone Boulder. Summit of Warton C...

English: Limestone Boulder. Summit of Warton Crag. Pockets in the rock provide a home for herbs. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Continuous rain a blessing- –
no words from heaven
to moisten dry spaces
where my love and herbs
                                 wont grow.
A word barrel full of rain
never has much to say.

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English: Bristlecone Pine on dolomite, White M...

English: Bristlecone Pine on dolomite, White Mountains, California. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bristlecone pine
atop granite spire- –
my perch
all thought
beyond this
a blur

I listen
to all things
natural
view things- -eyes closed
I feel them
filling me up
senses saturated
with tranquil light
smell, touch, sound- -wisdom
has no bounds
spoken in silences
deeper
louder
than any
cloud burst
can sing
I open wide
my being
 

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

English: Afternoon stroll

English: Afternoon stroll (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I need
to stroll through
the peaceful
mountain
valley
of you- –
gather up
a few smiles- –
flowers of thought- –
energy electric- –
I want to
linger
in your light- –
bright heart- –
dance
in the shower
of rushing
falling love
spilling
blue-gold droplets
of serenity
over me- –
I could sleep
there
in your magic.

Man,
you lure me
into
the mystery
of you.

Come- –
stroll with me- –
in all directions
love grows- –
without condition.

 
Copytight 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

 

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cool mountain rain
sweet grass and pine scented
puddles mirror the sky- –
dancing in your eyes
resplendent
sun lingers
in all the right places
breeze stirred surfaces
reminiscent of love

love
you’ve always had me
this way
a dancing rain
comfortable- -soft droplets
against your skin
glistening
ready to linger
in all the right places

 
Photograph courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Poem Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

English: Waterhall Playing Fields Viewed from ...

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.

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.