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.
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: Summer Flowers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
white linens billow
against a green
backdrop
flowers bounce
swaying- –
their upturned faces
bright paint splotches
glowing in golden sun- –
children smile
in shades of melon
and sun fire red
glowing
through blue
water- –
Summer smiles
through the sorrow
in your eyes- –
searching for
your own piece
of peace within,
without speaking
your wishes or wants
coming in
and stepping out
of loss- -summer
isn’t really cold- –
hold on to that
I’ll give you
moonlight blue butterflies
and okra blossom kisses- –
little summer blessing smiles- –
dawning a new fire
to sparkle your eyes- –
patchwork pieces
of peace for you
in the shifting
of long days
running
through summer
searching.
Inspired by the Peter Gaberiel song “In Your Eyes”, one of the 1980’s goodies.
Poem Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
Cocoa Beach Sunset (Photo credit: JessicaGarbe)
Warm salty breeze,
heavy- -moist,
buffets my body- –
a divine sweet wine
I take in sipped breaths
and savor.
Silver moon sparks
across rolling waves- –
suddenly spent lovers
crashing- -lying down
in a rushing hush,
energy aglow.
Silence
broken only by
tidal love’s urgent surge
bursting my heart
giving and taking,
pushing- -pulling,
its steady breathing my
constant companion tonight.
Alone on a balcony
I take in Cocoa Beach,
make it a part of me- –
future trinket
for my memory box.
With gossamer wings
I would fly slowly
over the glittered
charcoal horizon- –
listening to wind
rushing in the night,
become bright moon
sparks bursting, or
swoop low
over cooling sand
strewn with glassy shells
seeking a 3:00 a.m
lonely hearted love.
Although,
I am content
absorbing solitude
simply to be- –
me.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
honeyed- –
golden morning
dancing rainbows
tiny clowns laugh
radiant- –
warm, bright
little blessings
– -hummingbird love- –
joyous love
my heart
glows
Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Poem Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
English: A live Sand dollar, species Mellita quinquiesperforata (Leske, 1778), at low tide on the beach at Playa Grande on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica 23. February 2005 Sand dollars are flat sea urchins. When you find sand dollars on a beach, the white ones are the old empty shells or tests, having died, lost their covering of velvety spines and having been bleached white by the sun. The live ones are dark and completely covered in very small spines (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Subconscious meanderings- –
sleep’s misty embrace displayed
in fanciful velvet wrapping.
Thought burst rivulets
of emotion flashed
in dream scene electric
light play- -a pleasure
junket in the night.
My direct flight to you
bathed in silver moonlight
strolling some remote beach,
inky waves lapping
white sand over your feet- –
skipping sand dollars
across my heart.
Please don’t wake me
before sun’s fire rises
over my subconscious.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
I thought this would be appropriate for memorial day. Dad and mom, and two of my older sisters. What a great family we have been. We did not have much, but we had love. That was more than enough, and truly all that mattered. The nature of love is by design, an undying mystery. I have to say, love never stops when they pass. It is just as strong as the day I was born. That magnificent energy just spreads out, encompassing everyone and everything. I am so thankful for that.
I am also infinitely thankful to all soldiers, who have, and are laying their lives on the line for our country. Their courage and love is so powerful, it will linger with us for ever.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
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