Tag Archive: spilling



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.

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Slowly
I step
into swirling liquid ribbons
colored autumn,
warm- -yet cool
– -body paint your heart
with love,
airbrush your soul
flesh tones of laughter.
– -Moonlight spills
over water- -I sigh.
Kiss me passionately
– -impassioned
love art- -us
on harvests satin canvas.
Hues
of human nature
blends us with life
nurturing
                 harvest’s
                                 sweet longing.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

My Grandmother Nora (Mom’s Mom)

Meadow swollen
with blossoms
velvet wings flutter
Nora- -Small One Laughing
in shining sun
seeks flowers for her raven hair.
Eagle screams in the wind
– -they come, Thunder Beings
rolling, crashing
hiding the sun.
Skyward
Small One’s eyes
fly with Eagle- -soul
flies.  Nora- -Small One
Laughing sings to the skies.
Crystal rain
dropping, leaping
spilling down- -down
over lichen painted granite– –
granite painted Earth.
Small One Laughing
becomes the rain- -one
with it, dancing.
Golden sun returns- -glistening
from above sweeping
painted Earth with love.
Nora- -Small One Laughing
rain kissed- -on the run back
through the warming sun- –
back to the wild flowers
for her raven hair.

Meadow Wild Flowers

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Both Photographs Family Property of Suzie Ashby, Copyright 2010.