BARBARA
SUEN
THE MADNESS OF THE
MOTH
The moth,
desperate and blind in the darkness,
searches for light
no one knows why
he is hypnotized
to find it...it is innate.
Getting close to
it is not enough for him.
He must touch
it...get inside of it
without any sense
of danger
holding on to the
mesmerizing glow,
too tight....
Blissfully, he
falls
tissue paper wings
are broken
Ah, for two
seconds of warmth and pure joy
He found the
light.....
and knew nothing
more.
GOD WILL ASK
One day God will
ask me
what did you do
with the sweet gift of life
I bestowed upon
you?
with your five
senses
your arms and legs
your brain
your heart?
What have you
produced
in my name?
I sure don't want
to just stand there
in his Glory
blue eyes blank
in silence
mouth wide open.
CONCRETE GARDEN ANGEL
"I've been
sitting here looking out at the world
for a long, long
time.
You don't see what
I see,
because you're
racing on by too fast, I'd say.
Slow down
You're going to
miss it all.
You think you get
forever?
Even ignoring the
rules he gave us."
"Your
neighbor doesn't have long, she's in a lot of pain.
Two houses down,
there lives an old man,
his little dog has
lung cancer....walking past your house,
he always says
"I love your flowers"!
Ask yourself, what
have you done for the least of your brothers?"
"Slow down,
sit down...take a deep breath.
Call your mother,
your sister and brother...your friend.
Don't call him
just when you have trouble
When is the last
time you got on your knees?"
"You
see...I've been sitting here for a long, long time.
I stop and smell
the flowers.
You do not see
what I see.
Slow down,
whatsoever you do......
The
"forever" comes too soon.
Love deeply.
Love completely.
That is why you're
here."
AUGUST NIGHT MUSIC
Sitting outside in
the sultry August darkness
Nothing
moves...not even one leaf
closing my eyes to
hear the night noises
I hear a rhythym
to it...cicadas, crickets and tree frogs
a 1-2-3, then
1-2...over and over
from the
left...response somewhere from the right...
sychronized calls
and answers
cricket love songs
under the glow of the moon
he sings for hours
to his mate. His legs....a violin...
She falls to sleep
with this summer serenade. Ah, love!
Tree frog
meetings...."hey Joe, it's going to rain again tomorrow".
"Yes, Gerald
croaks, we will meet under the big rocks by the lake"!
"Ok",
says Joe, "the kids love that place...great flies"!
I imagine.....
eyes still closed.
1-2-3....1-2.....1-2
Under the shadows
of the trees...the crickets and cicadas waltz
to the rhythym of
the steamy symphony.
BARBARA SUEN
BARBARA
SUEN
is from Mishawaka, Indiana. When not
reading or "rock" painting, she is writing Poetry. Her poems, inspired by gardening, animals,
and the spiritual side of life, the sadness, and the joys. Her poems have been published in
"Potpourri Anthology Vol. 1", "Apple Fruits From An Old
Oak", "Dandelion In A Vase Of
Red Roses". Also, published In several editions of "Soul
Fountain" magazine and in "The Storyteller" magazine. My dream
is to publish a full book of my poetry.
Hi Barbara your poetry is flawless.. I am loving to read you.. You are a star!!
ReplyDeleteThis writer will make you THINK AND FEEL. She uses words in all the right places and I love that about Barbara. She's one to watch for sure!!!!
ReplyDeleteI am most honored and privileged to share this writing platform with such a brilliant colleague of the poetic art. Author Barbara Suen's poetry comes natural to her, as she draws from life experiences; the up's, the downs, as well as nature. Her magnificent writings leaves no stone(s) un-turned; making one cogitate after reading any of her poetic thoughts! Pittsburgh Author Renee' Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).
ReplyDeleteI am honored to hear these wonderful comments about my poetry. It means so much to me, to share these pages with such accomplished and gifted poets. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Deborah Brooks Langford, Susan Joyner Stumpf, and Renee Drummond-Brown!
ReplyDeleteI have always loved your poetry Barbra,,, You create the hidden nostalgic feelings about life and childhood so often missed... I do hope and pray you get that poetry book... You’re words evoke strong emotions and often tears....
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much Bonnie Jennings!
ReplyDeleteHi Barbara, the pleasure of reading your poems is soothing and peaceful. Life is not always what we expect but love is what makes your words shine.
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