Category: Unconditional Love


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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English: Summer Flowers.

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. 

AMemorial2013.

 
     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.

White stallion gallops
a thunderstorm beach.
Sky drums roll
out beyond the pier- –
beyond cognizance.
Bareback- -warm
against my legs,
he carries me
effortlessly- –
flying free.
Hoofbeats splash
Poseidon’s kisses
over my skin.
Your smile, love- –
a photograph pasted
on a page in my mind- –
I find, keeps me grounded.
Sweetheart, you know
I would ride forever- –
I could, but your smile
anchored in my mind
keeps me earthbound.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

Love has him
out collecting the wind
and rainbows
in a jar- -trying to feel
what he knows
in his heart- -his mind knows
and so it goes out walking
about life- -trying
to find himself
in the coming
and going
between the ins and outs
of self-awareness and being,
his being, positively- -negatively
charged energies,
a walking stick- -fine line
between two poles
juxtaposed to love light
and starlight- -both
curving his universe
within- -without
second thought
to karmic polarity he
bends at the knees,
weak- -enlightened,
in love.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Silence- -Singing.

Standing
silent- -contemplative,
I watch silver stars
                                fall
from the sky, composing
purple and blue
tremolo waves
on trees- -pine, fir,
brittle boned aspen
against her breast.
How I love Earth
dressed like this- -serenity
sequins in color- -singing.
Though darkening,
silver light wraps her
illuminating a twilight sleep.
Her dreams
cradle me gently
in deep blue tranquillity.
For a violet while
I almost found myself
again- -there
in the sanctuary
of a perfect winter storm.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.  Photograph
Copyright 2010, Family Photographs, Suzie Ashby.

Glowing mist shrouds slivered moon,
red- -morning light pierces the horizon- –
minus fifteen degrees- –
complete silence.
Wandering night shadows
slip away,
ice ornaments glisten- –
nature crisp and clean- -embraces
my senses- -electric.
I listen and cling to every particle
– -miracles. 
Sage smoke offered inward,
upward- -outward,
I give thanks.
Earth’s eternal love
never sleeps,
unmasked in the dawning
she feeds my soul.
Bird’s wing flutter stirs
snow from branches,
even whispered echoes ripple- –
 action and reaction in motion
turning, churning- –
learning my way back
through ancestral dreams.
It’s an unconditional thing,
nature’s awakening
in this new year.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.