My Petals

An image of a Rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

My petals curl
in upon themselves
closing at sunset

Hurry- –
kiss me
one last time
before the sun
lays down
beyond
the mountains
to sleep
beneath
a velvet canvas

 
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 

 

Faint Sigh

Winter dances
a soft shoe shuffle.
Under the door
silver stars
dust the floor.
Morning hugs
and coffee
melts him
into me.

A faint sigh- –

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

Yes, I know it is a few days early, but they go so fast.

I hope the dreaded writer’s block never hits you over the head.  May the new year be a block free zone for everyone.  My best of wishes to all of you.

I’ll pop in again once I’ve dumped mine.
Blessings.

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Warming Loneliness

Warming Loneliness.

 

Seeking treasure
you search my neck
stealing heartbeats- -breath.
Warming the chill
of loneliness
will change you forever.
A man’s heart
can only take so much- -love.
So I’ve heard.
Explorations take time- –
trekking a wilderness.
Carefull- –
don’t lose yourself too deeply
while relishing the moments
between need and warmth.
Darkness and light never last long.
Don’t lose yourself.- –
I’ll want to find you
when it’s my turn.

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby. 

Grave War of Angels

It is
humanity with no soul,
control freaks- -CONTROL,
the great sleepwalking hordes- –
not sharing the value
of unconditional love- –
the precious vastness
of its meaning- –
Unconditional Love.- –
UNCONDITIONAL,
essential cohesive ingredient
for healthy personal empowerment
in life’s great flow- –
a societal inability to slow
allowing our children
to unconditionally grow- –
so they may know
carnage and death
do not create great heroes
unique in their technique
to receive attention.
The brutal intention
of freaks in control,
humanity with no soul,
the great sleepwalking hordes
devoid- -of love- -unconditional,
is why children die
at the hands of other children- –
vicious- -malicious,
this grave war of angels.
Humanity HAS the capacity- –
facility of heart, to overcome
what the control freak mindset
has yet to encompass.- –

True victory for a hero
is not in the act of conquering,
but in the deeds
of unconditional loving- –
despite the hateful acidity
of others.

Copyright 2009 and 2010, by Suzie Ashby.  All Rights Reserved.