Category: Writing


 HumminBirdpdphoto

 

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.

 

 

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English: A live Sand dollar, species Mellita q...

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.

 
 

Electric Blue Phalaenopsis Orchid

Electric Blue Phalaenopsis Orchid (Photo credit: cobalt123)

Cool emergence- –
intense dense gray
drapery brushes
against an earthy canvas,
blocking sun’s
impatient burning- –
no blue to cue
an artist’s dreams.
Earth settles
in thick folds
for a stirring
caress- -rain’s
silver hue pooling
in parched hollows.
This spring awakening
I’ve emerged entranced- –
stark contrasts lure me.
I unfurl my
blue orchid petals- –
inspiration for you.
I am open- -eager
to stir spring’s colors
deep within you,
sharing the pattering
rain- -a trickling
infusion
of wild orchid
in full bloom.

 

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.

 

water-dropsSml

 

 

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: Snow covered spring flowers

English: Snow covered spring flowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Spring- –
winter
unfurls
its feathered wings.
Cold white linen
spreads
over yarrow,
again it hides
for a time.
Oh, how the seasons
push and shove my moods

I yearn for tomorrow’s
return of spring- – 
and your sunny smile
warming me
in shades of love
I haven’t dreamed
of yet.  Birds trilling
the way Cyndi sings
“Time After Time”
– -all emotion
the birdsong
warming me
afterall- -sun
will shine
in your eyes.

 

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

  

DEW

DEW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Moth in moonlight- –
I’m drawn to you
this way
your eyes hold me
captive- -feeling
spellbound
you move through me
in a single sigh
we mingle- -meld
melt in silence
I want to curl up
with you on spring
green pillows- -purr,
content to be
captive and captivating
content to be
warm with you
let me curl up
and captivate you
in spring’s greening.

 

 

(Thank you for being my muse once in a while.)

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.