Tuesday 30 November 2010

Punctured

Punctured by the broken promises
and ferocious regrets of yesterday
I hurl my words at the darkness
a never ending stream of verbs
juggling the intricate moments
I am no longer bent double
with some perceived modesty
I am lithe and dangerous
loping along on wolves feet
filled with a shapeless longing
No longer content to sit up there
on that warped and crooked pedestal
that you placed me on, way back
long before I learned
how to scream

- Susannah Bec 2010

Linked to One Shot Wednesday

Monday 22 November 2010

Winter

I will not speak of winter this year
for it will come silver footed
and bare knuckled
without any mention
of its name

And it will use its tricks
to make visible
my breath
my veins
and the red
that hides
beneath the surface
of my December
skin

And it will be silent
that edgy pen
that traces feathers
on cold glass
an artisan
working in
beauty
and in
ice

- Susannah Bec 2010

I am linking this poem to One Shot Wednesday

Monday 15 November 2010

All I Need


The soft
blue green
ocean waves
of your eyes
are all the
colour I need
on this stark
greyscale
morning
....

- Susannah Bec 2010

Saturday 6 November 2010

Reflections

Those silvered reflections of you

still exist, strands of spidered silk

woven and so delicately knotted

tracing my veins, footpaths edged

beside the crimson rivers, blood

bound and fluid, still guided

by the high wire touch of you

imperceptable tightropes

where once you walked


- Susannah Bec 2010

Monday 1 November 2010

Peace



P
E
A
C
E
peace
so fragile
has escaped me
it spills through my fingers
rampant, no longer contained
it is free running
and it pours
.
.
.
tiny
pyramids
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
until
all the
peace is
once again
contained inside.


- Susannah Bec 2010
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