Resonant ringing,
reverberates, repeating,
radiant rippling.
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Crimson Reverie
Friends send word
that it’s a stellar
autumn back home,
punctuated with pics
of unimaginable
flushes of perfect
color, ringing against
deep blue skies,
nudging my heart
to impossible
yearnings…
For long luxurious
walks scented
by Nature’s turning,
the poignant musk of
her full fruition,
apricot and crimson
ablaze with sunlight,
her dazzling glow
embracing me,
bending my mood
and contemplation.
Whoever could feel
tired or defeated
on such days?
I felt naught
but goodness and
rightness on these
halcyon treks,
Nature teaching me
the natural way
of everything –
It is not death,
but a tender
“see you later”,
only to rise up
again, transformed
in sweet green,
bidding me “hello”,
begging me to
walk and talk
of possibilities,
plans, the rebirth
of everything,
including me.
But just for awhile,
how my heart longs
to stroll once again
‘neath that crimson.
Crimson Reverie © Susan L Hart
Melding
Everything fades to dust
eventually,
the wheels of progress turn
inevitably.
The elders of the tribe
woefully
remember times not lived
respectfully.
History keeps secrets
illicitly,
of the big lessons doled
heartlessly.
The past is only known
truthfully,
by the ones who lived it
successfully.
If young people listened
graciously,
to the old wisdom learned
painfully,
together they could build
splendidly,
a new vision that’s forged
lovingly.
Melding © Susan L Hart 2023
Moonstruck
Sweet silver vision,
dark mirror prince kisses you,
wooing the Goddess.
What else evokes romance that is quite like moonlight? I speak not simply of love or lust, but also the quicksilver beauty of everything the Goddess touches.
She works her spell, reviving the mystery and magic of life. Just as the Sun nourishes and energizes, the Moon soothes and sparks our dreams.
No wonder the lake prince adores her. Which does make me wonder, does she love him in return, or just herself in his mirror?
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.” (Henry David Thoreau)
Moonstruck © Susan L Hart | From Our Beautiful Earth
Tick-tock Madman
That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly,
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
tasks and responsibilities,
and he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
and again, and again, and again.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
I thought he was my friend
that insidious little man,
Mom said he was!
Just dress for success,
always be on time,
and your life will be right.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Then one day I woke up
and my life felt all wrong.
Where are my dreams
you cunning little man?
You stole them while
I toiled to your
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh poacher of my hours!
Is there time for me?
Still hope for me?
The Me you took while
I played by the rules,
always obeying time.
And that smug little man
with his false pretty face
just stares coldly at me
from his unfeeling wall.
Silent he is, but for
the relentless
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tick-tock Madman is a selection from Becoming Bigger: In a world that wants to keep you small © Susan L Hart
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