Pale Blue Buckets

I leave the pale blue buckets filled with fear
lined up outside my bedroom door.
When they are full right up to the brim
I grab the thin metal handles
and carry them ever so slowly
with tiny shuffling fairy steps
sloshing and dripping
through the kitchen, down the stairs
all the way out into the garden
where I empty them carefully onto the Roses

- Susannah Bec 2010

This Silence

It drips on me

this silence

through the cracks

in my solid ceiling

it seeps

leaving patterns

a tiny tracery

of unspoken words

like delicate fronds

on the cold hard concrete

of today



Time silvered dominos

topple, a tidal wave

of tiny dots

falling

and falling

and falling

until

once again

the empty room

the silence

me

Silence seems to have been the theme for today as I also wrote this - Silence

- Susannah Bec 2010

Shining from the Inside

I think I swallowed the sun today
one gulp and it had gone
burning . . . fiery
all the way down
to my belly
and there
it sits
shining

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This is about owning your own creativity, the Sun is symbolic of the creative force, it gives warmth, light and life to all things of nature. The symbolism of swallowing the Sun is to bring all of those things into our inner nature - to let it light up our inner world. To shine from the inside.

Image and words - Susannah Bec 2010