Monday, 1 November 2010


so fragile
has escaped me
it spills through my fingers
rampant, no longer contained
it is free running
and it pours
mounding like
molehills at my feet
I tremor at the thought
of the mountains they will bring

then I put a halt to the rushing tide
I create barriers with my breath
and with the soft brush
of my attention
I sweep and
I gather
all the
peace is
once again
contained inside.

- Susannah Bec 2010


Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Susannah. I have read a few of your poems now. And loved every one of them.

Keep writing...

Susannah said...

Hi Shail, thanks very much for your visit and kind comment. It is good to meet you. :-)

Natalie Jean (Bottoms) Kelsey said...

OMG this is amazing, you are awesome :)

Susannah said...

Natalie, thank you so much. :-)

Good to meet you. x

Tanith said...

Wow. I may have to explore your blog during class on Monday. Your poetry is so descriptive! I like the middle stanza very much! xoxo Nith

Fireblossom said...

Very neat how you've likened inner weather with outer housekeeping. I like the thought that all could, at least momentarily, be put in perfect order.

Kim Nelson said...

Ah Susannah! I had a recent take on peace, too. We have some ideas in common...
Here's a link to mine:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love it! One of my fave topics:)The format looks great on the page, too.

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone, I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

It is good to see you all. x

Jingle Poetry said...

you rocked on this one, divine poetry.

Jingle Poetry said...

Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.

Love your talent demonstrated here,
Hope to see you share.

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