Poem/Artwork: Poetry Fast (#ICAD2015)

Haiku: Dreamtime

Sleepy eyes falling
Shallow breath sings lullaby
See you in Dreamtime


(c) 7 May 2012

Poem: Love, Requited

I haven't written much in the way of poetry lately - a haiku here, a senryu there.  But I have a lot of poetry that hasn't been out in awhile...so, I thought I'd share some of it here.

Love, Requited

I’ve loved and lost

And loved again

I wonder, sometimes

If I’ve ever truly

Been loved in return?

No matter:  my heart

Has been true, my touch

Tender, my yearning

Body a reflection of the

Beauty of my soul

I love again:  at distance,

I dream of a day when

I may meet my love,

Reach out to place

My loving hand, tender

Upon his cheek; kiss

Closed eyes, brush

Fingertips along his neck

From nape to chest

To belly….

His words are aphrodisiac

To me, even those that

Reek of pain and loss and

The broken heart he

Bears for another, I see

His name, and my

Heart thrills – I close

My eyes, envision my

Approach to him, seated

I straddle his lap, sit

Solid, jean upon jean

His hands strong upon

My back, spread fingers

Pulling me forward

Almost one, and I

Lean forward into a kiss

Tongue within tongue

Entwined, like our words

The pain we have shared

So much in common

We yearn, we seek love

We trust and are left

Broken – oh, that we might

Pick each other up, dust

Off our hearts, repair our

Shattered souls and together

Write the love poem

We were born to write…

Together

© 2 June 2010 by Suzy Jacobson

Art: Sunset - a commissioned piece

The "canvas" for this piece is an old skillet.  It is painted with acrylic and glitter glue, and embellished with small gems.  The poem in the piece was written by David Weller.  See the poem in the comment below.


The title is "Sunset."  Here is the front:

Here is the back:

I sure hope David likes it!

Poem: Coffeehouse

Coffeehouse
Beat poet doesn't know it
Rhymes without a meaning
Foot tapping fingers snapping
Bongo babies dreaming
Sizzling summer serenade
With sultry syncopation
Sipping sappy sonnets, and
In joyous percolation
Finding faith in friends and fun
And spoken-word oblation

(c) 22 July 2009
by Suzy Phoenix

Poem: English Literature

English Literature
It ALL means something
to the writer...
................to the reader
.............................to the student forced
to dissect it into tiny pieces

and the writer who reads
another's words seeking inspiration
My English 101 professor
had a hard-on for Freud,
declared that all creative writing
is about sex
That succubus Ligeia haunted
Poe, and he came all
over the page in frightening prose
Hawthorne's Beatricce, the
victim of fatherly love, as
phallic as seven gables thrusting
skyward, or a pointed red letter
better fit for a philandering
pastor than the poor love-stricken
girl forced to wear it
emblazoned over her
broken heart

It's all about sex...

Me - I'm more of a
Jungian,
I think it's all about
the myth and
the archetype
and the loss of gods
in a hurried, wanton world
I believe in angels
and demons and
the odd and playful
trickster, poking
sticks at wond'rous things
...............just
............................to
....................................see
what. might. happen.

Give me Gaiman and Pratchett
and Bradley over
Lawrence and Jong
any day.
Don't get me wrong
Of course, sex
is good...
it's not the mechanics
that matter, but
the connection to all
that is and was
and has ever been
Give me the mystery
The darkness
of the human heart
the illumination
of the human mind
and the visitation
of angels....
.................................unaware
(c) 11 May 2011
by Suzy Phoenix

Poem: Practical Magic

Practical Magic

I feel like Sally Owens…
The spell cast once, long ago
And forgotten
A poem to describe
The perfect man…
The impossible dream…
Though she wrote hers
To keep love at bay
And I wrote mine
Believing it an unattainable
Hope; the end is the same
There must be magic
In the Arizona desert;
Real men, forged by the heat
And the experiences of youth
Wrought into the perfect answer
To the perfect prayer
Whispered from the heart
Of an honest woman,
Dreaming

© July 9, 2011 by Suzy Phoenix