Poem: Precipice

On the edge of tomorrow
The world is eclipsed
By sorrow
Contentment seeks
Madness,
Believing there is safety 
In illusion

©11 June 2018

Poem: Shooting Star

I'm sure I saw a shooting star

This morning to the West

I made a wish for excellence

That I could do my best

I closed my eyes and dreamed

A dream of Hope and inspiration

Prayed a prayer of safety for

The children of our nation

The shooting star burned bright

And fast like life upon this Earth

I stood a while in darkness and

Pondered on the worth

Of lives well-lived and voices heard

And hearts both brave and strong;

Gave thanks for those courageous ones

Who work to right the wrong

I'm sure I saw a shooting star

That arced across the sky

And left behind a rune of Hope

No need to question why

©2.22.18 Suzy Jacobson Cherry

Haiku: Full August Moon

A Full August moon
Face of hope and secret dreams
Beaming promises

Photo & Haiku (c) 5 August 20017

Photo & Poem: Clouds

Western skies at dusk
Clouds billow on horizon
Bringing hope for rain

Photo & Poem (c) 7.11.17

Photo & Poem: Hope

Soft diamonds in the evening
The darkness broken
Promise of morning

Photo & Poem (c) 7.17.17

Photo & Poem: Full Moon in December

moonrise brings laughter
among the nightfolk
hopes for a better tomorrow
for those who fear the dark

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: False Love

I do not understand

This love affair with death

When young, we kiss the snake,

Initiatory

Survivors come away

Muscles strong from the struggle

Some elude the coils altogether

Some grasp the tail, whipped

Against hard ground until

One day, eyes open

They find themselves

Thrown onto desert sands, death

Slipped away, leaving

A slender trail behind

Others, caught in her coils

Succumb while young, lost souls

No chance at Life

The trail she leaves is a reminder

Of her kiss; intrigued

Some turn back, following ethereal

Memory, they seek her embrace

Before their time

They find her wonderful, in guises

Both beautiful and terrible

They cannot turn away

Older now, I see her ploy

To lure us away before our time,

Deny our right to Glorious Life

I do not understand

This love affair with death,

For she is not real, this impostor

Begging garlands placed before her,

Gifts of lives gathered from the

Blossoms of their souls

True Death looks upon us from afar

Lovingly awaiting our embrace

She knows Her day

She wants us whole, snakebites

Healed by time and Love for one another

Our souls decked out in Happiness and

The trail to the false one’s lair

A memory best forgotten

© 20 May 2016

Poem: Belonging - Twenty Three of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Look skyward, friend
Let the soul that is you
Float free upon the breeze
Become one with the sky
With the Spirit that Is
All That Is; let it be blue
Or alabaster, floating mist,
Tears unshed for Souls
Not yet departed, clouds
Precipitating dreams, or
Simply sky, atmosphere
Beyond borders, fences
Useless, for where souls
Soar, none are uninvited

Poem & Photo (c) 23 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: Under Stars

Under stars

They lay prone, backs

Flat, bending blades

Fragrant grasses,

Fresh mowed autumn

Fingers interlaced, they

Speak of the vast

Unknown, silently

Aware of attraction

Mysterious electricity

Tingling, unspoken yearning

This moment of eternity,

A memory

© 6 September 2013

Poem: This Autumn Day

There is Love
This Autumn Day
Though sweltering in 
Desert heat
And the knowledge
Of fires and the 
Burning political unrest
In far away places
There is Love
Knowing that though
Hearts burn with
Unrequited desire, and
Souls burn for freedom
While children sink
Below the depths, still
In the light of Faith
There is Hope
In the warmth of Hope
There is Love
Always
At the tips of our fingers
In the corners of our hearts
In the shadows of tears
Though sweltering in
Desert heat
This Autumn day
There is Love

(c) 17 August 2013

Poem: The Perfect Day

This day, the perfect
Day, as any other
The sun has risen, there is still
The song of birds at my window
Light breeze dapples sunlight
Between leaves, wafting
Fresh green scent from
Herbs freshly watered
This day, a new
Day, a new vision of hope
Without which there could
Be no other perfect days
No other recollections of love
Nor expectations of wonder
The sun has risen, and I
In my heart know
That the moon will rise
Bright in the night
To shine upon my dreams
Once again
(c) 29 May 2013

Senryu: Seer

Un-foretold future

Nevertheless reminds us

That someone awaits

© 20 May 2013

Pedestals of my Prayers

They Pray with Me