Poem: Siren

distant sirens herald
someone's sorrow
someone's fear;
falling silent
with their passing,
my heart breaks
for stranger's
unbidden distress

(c) 4.24.18

Poem: In My Hand

In My Hand

In my hand, new life
What new life?
It’s death
Only by dying do we live.
Dying to hate
Dying to fear
Dying to violence
In my hand, death
What death?
It’s life
This beating heart
Breaking with the
Tears of the world
Awake, my dying soul
Awake to love
Awake to peace
Awake to hope
In my hand,
New Life!

© 17 June 2016 by Suzy Jacobson Cherry

Poem: For Orlando (for us all)

Poem: Childish Games - Thirteen of 30 NaPoWriMo

Touch not the faded flower;
Her tender petals waiver,
Bruised by breezes once
Weathered without circumstance
Now withered edges curl, burned
In sunshine, no longer her delight
Leaves lacking moisture, once
Plump face has lost her luster
She stands; without a friend,
Holds dearly to the garden path
Singing while each falls:

"He loves me; he loves me not"

(c) 13 April 2015

Poem: Choice

What choice is there?

This life of promises,

Broken; walls appear

In unexpected places,

Dreams shift and darken

in the fitful sleep

of daily life.  The

dull plodding, the

shuffle of unwanted

burden, responsibility

Where is the bright hope

of youth?

O oblivion of childish

hopes, carnival of

lost innocence/innocents...

remember?

Turn the shuffle of

disillusion to the lift

step, move,

lift, step, move, lift

step, move of

walking meditation

In the center, choose

your Way out

of the dark

(c) 24 March 2014

Suzy Jacobson Cherry

Photo from Buffalo Niagara Gardening

Poem: sea otter

"methinks you are more
comfortable with
one toe in a boundary"
she said...


as we discussed my
recent slip into selfish
indignation, my
declaration of independence
belied by my fears
of non-acceptance

my toes will only
point one direction
at a time! i cried

i dip them in this
water, then that...
full immersion feels
like drowning...

Yet, it is all one
vast and living ocean
all waters come to
play in the bay
with the sea otters
for awhile

footprints in the sand
are washed away
with the waves of
eternal ebb and flow

sea otter, i shall slip
into the waters with 
the others, holding hands
that we might not
drift apart

(c) 22 February 2013

Poem: Time Spent Cloistered