Poem: Petrified

Moon Over Mesa, Pre-Dawn August 31, 2015
After the Rain

Lying in bed, lullaby of thunder;
The charge of lightning
Flashing brightly through
The desert skies, illuminating
Wise and foolish folk alike
There is no shame in dreaming
Of starlight passions, moonbeams
Hidden shyly behind these
Rain laden clouds --
Were I to stand outside
With arms outstretched
Head thrown back and hair
Dancing entangled in these
Wild winds, could I capture
The Power of those rolling
Rivers of mystic song?
With feet firmly planted
On arid ground, the thirst
Consumes, and I consider
Cupping hands to catch
The Waters of heaven, Living
Promises of lush and verdant
Eternity; no more yearning
For something just beyond reach
Some wild and wondrous thing
Unknown, not quite missed
But never fully forgotten, this
Thirst, some human thing
Will it, like these desert sands
Be left, barely touched,
Dry and parched or
Will it be washed away
In torrents, flash floods of
Aging appetites, leaving only
Memories of once verdant
Forests; ancient dead and
Petrified, beautiful desires

(c) 30 August 2015

Poem: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

If sleep should come
This whole night through
My dreams would surely
Come back to you
While I'm awake
I feel you near
Your body's warmth
Your touch so dear
I'll try again
To join you there
In lucid dreams
The water's fair
I close my eyes
I hear you sigh
Just as my spirit
Begins to fly...

(c) 15 August 2015

Haiku: Cicadas

Cicadas calling
Distant night bird sings her song
Dusk falls on our home

(c) 6 August 2015

Cicadas callingDistant night bird sings her songDusk falls on our home(c) 6 August 2015

Posted by Suzy Jacobson Cherry on Thursday, August 6, 2015

Haiku: Empty Soul

To a soul bereft
I once thought your heart knew love
I've learned I was wrong

(c) 7 August 2015

Poem: Closing the Sea-Washed Gates

Today, another weary thought
Of how this world, this fearful world
Should forget the strides of workers past
Should let the deep, crass pockets of ruthlessness
Cog the wheels of Justice with dirty needles
Dug beneath the skin of Kindness and Compassion
The daughters and sons of Honesty and Hope
How can this land, this golden land, won
With the blood of the native children
By the blood of unsuspecting dreamers
Come to this: the disrespect of all She
Has become, to fight for flags of oppression
At the cost of the flag of freedom
To rail against the promise of Her
Once open arms for the tired, the poor;
Where once the homeless, tempest tossed
Sought relief on these teeming shores, now
We are the wretched, huddled masses
Will Lady Liberty ever proudly lift Her
Beacon hand once more?
Her own lost and loyal children quail in
Fear that she shall soon fall upon
The shifting sands of selfishness, and
Unrepentant evil

(c) 7 August 2015