Tag Archive: Mind


Melted crayon colors
spread, meld to
stained glass images- –
his mind recalls
the pieces- -shards
of love shattered.
His heart an open wound
gaping wide and waiting,
waiting- -wanting
her velvet petal embrace
to leave him alone and lonely,
where the healing begins.

On the banks
of the river Memory
her reflection waves at him
– -gentle smile lingers
awhile, her peach pie kisses
sweeten his mind- -a tear
in his eye, each movement- -thought
he gets caught up- -choking up.
A soft sigh, he drifts
back to the melding
of their bodies- -hearts.  Mind
back stepping
to simple childhood crayon art
coloring her
                    away- –
to stop the aching
in his heart- -to enshroud
in colorful cloud the lifetime
of wanting nothing
but her.  Wanting now
the safety of loneliness
where his healing begins.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Sideways looking- –
something strikes
my peripheral view.
In between the betwixt
– -twisted revery
my mind strolls through- –
just there
in the periphery it’s you,
striking brush strokes
across my mind- -making
a mark only infinite wisdom
leaves behind in distant galaxies
and unconditional love. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph “Revery” (Personal Colection) Copyright 2010, by
Suzie Ashby.  

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I come to you seeking refuge
from my heart,
and the point of being.
I need velvet pouches
of diamond dust wisdom- –
your splintered moon’s
profound treasure- -profound
measure of all the right words,
sentimental and sound enough
to wrap my heart around.

Cold- –
shining sun passes
quickly giving way to twilight.
I might not wait for words
spilling from a splintered moon.
I have no cloak for protection
from the war of heart
versus mind- -mind
versus soul.  I’ve done the math,
a thousand splintered moons
have passed since purpose
escaped my grasp.

I don’t want empty words
of reason’s reasoning
on excuses, or the proper
seasons for making love.
– -I come to you
seeking refuge from my heart
and the point of being
in my skin.  I need
a cloak of protection
to swathe my inner child in.
She’s waiting for answers and sweets- –
needing a reason for being,
beyond- –
           simply being.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph a family photo, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.