Sweet Awaking

I wear, flowing wrinkle skirt
Tinge of five petals scattered throughout
Speckled natural fuzz,
The spaghetti straps dangle
As the corner of my eyes catch
Colors of pink and yellow swaying with my dusty hair
As my chin slowly rises,
In awe, drops of peace, of hope make their way down my cheek

That glowing sphere, warming my soul
I run in circles, spin and spin
My arms flung open, giggling with the wind
I grind my toes into the firm texture
Breath in, hug the tangy spray
I take a step in
Ankles, legs, knees
White hem floating about my beautiful curved thighs
Palms of my hands skim the gentle bubbling tides

There is truth in this, when one is willing to totally break
To truly be free
Steady on my back, I just laugh and laugh
Crystal and pristine, I need no reflection
When my heart is the rhythm keeping the ocean waves rolling
Taking Earth’s lead, I am no more then this, me
Recycled minerals and dirt and I love every inch of it

Cinderella Wears Black

You’ll never see a bride wearing black
Nor carrying black roses
Or wishing for crows atop their big fluffy gray cake
This would be as awkward as a white canvas with no hint of paint
I’d laugh at the fool trying to describe it as a masterpiece
But that is the fantasy one sees on “their” most spectacular day
Ribbons and perfume strung through the atmosphere
And the words from a groom promising to cling to his wife
Heard by everyone in the room
But no one sees her feet as they make indentions on the vinyl kitchen floor
Yes, the wife,
She who has rights in the world, watching her spouse wind his way out the front door
Wiping the fingerprints behind him, waiting for something more
Her fingers swell, and leave a black ring of betrayel
Watching him break all the vows of honor and grace
What a sight to see when she walks in on he who masturbates
To the sound of his ego he vigorously beats
Clung instead to a skinny, six inch pillar of waste

-Susie

The Theory of the Hymen

It was in June when she erupted from her cocoon
Spreading those moth like wings over his nibble legs
This was the first time
or so it was thought
Out of the hundreds of DNA between that green slit
There his slimy one sat
Rotting my finger off
Stealing my grandmother’s ring
Thrown at me during his violent proposal
I should have known when he put his hands around my throat
As I objected,
“This crosses the line”
I begged, but he just squeezed
“We’re just friends you jealous slug”
“Stay hidden behind our painted door”
But he always came back
With a smell I’ll never forget
Of turpentine and mud

-Susie

Quiet

I’ve not seen the spot light lingering in the sea
No, the seagulls refuse to fly amidst the throw abouts
The homeless have move from their fiery bins
And the boardwalk is harboring no traffic
The only greeting is the meeting of the tidal waves and boats
The paper’s date marks eternity and the cotton goes stale

Caught a Firefly

My toes drip with rain
The droplets dust shimmers of monochromatic schemes
Blues, with grays
Calmness lends its hand
Through the puddles swelling with the sun
Their ripples no longer blurring my vision
As my heart bears a white sail
My eyes reach to the sunset, my pupil shrink
My first breath in five years, I stand with no remorse
As the wind whips my skirt round my knees
This is my truth, I sleep well, I live with myself with ease
My bones twist with pussy willow, my lips purse and blow little parachutes across the earth
My dreams firmly rooted with the maple trees
And the grass lye with its snowing yellow leaves

Colors Blend to Gray

Blotches of ink bound your dreams
They told stories, once reflected with hope
Now a mirage with webs in my dresser draws
What imagination, dwindled to mere confusion
The string hangs and the truth detaches
The colors blend to gray, love’s naive child
The wind no longer sooths the swelling beads
I’m left cuddling the air, and carrying you along
Please, making it right has no appearance in your blood
These are YOUR choices, don’t try to hang your coat at my door
You took everything I own and invested it into delusions
What I’ve earned, you’ve given away, what I bled for, you stole
I’m begging, I’m crying, stop, let me grieve!! I can’t lick your guilt clean
Those scribbles with a blue overtone, coated with a thick layer of bleach
Your fingers never marching but scrambling, that laid once upon my breast
With all your masks, who can hold, what only I have delayered
This was your shame. I bore witness to your vulnerabilities
Your promises held no anchor and your fears nailed you to the padded door
And still there is not a tree that gathers enough shade for you

Stab Thy Back

My back only has so much surface
And I just have one
You’re going to have to quit all that stabbing
So here it is, the cheek you’ve been begging for
As your guilt pleads for my open arms
Don’t you think I’ve done enough?
I’m simply drained, I have no more blood
You cost dearly my “friend”—my husband
And you fork yourself over too cheaply
So willing to explore anything but yourself

Gifts of the Cold Shoulder

Those eyes so high
Glazed over like ice
His skin pricked with chills--
Unconditional cold-shoulder
Those were my gifts from him
Given to me like a knife

This was our love, hopeless
Through his cold dead smile
Me, the source of his unrest
Like winter,
Egg shells laid innocently on the ground,
The debris from our white wedding bells
I was ravaging, he a clown

And life was never as he hoped,
As I became a fleeting dream
Unable to satisfy his head stuck up in those pink puffy clouds,
Nothing could compare

The rain that followed,
Not one drop from his duct

His nose so high in the air,
Never realizing his emotions were taut with jealousy,
Of the girl he despised
The wife, me,
The light he could not reflect

Nook of my Spine

It was never sacred
Amusing to you, till you collected all your dues
Gone, taking your presence but your words stayed
Stuck to me like a crooked knife right in the nook of my spine

You are blind to your future, and I am no psychic
It’s only that your denial screams the truth as she grabs for your hand
Both scared, but never whole
Does it seem surprising?
Hope has spread her legs to the masses
Hope like a vulture circling, waiting to feast on my leftovers
Does she know? That the only pleasure you’re willing to give is a comatose bed

Use, USE up all that your path leaves for you
Use it while the warmth last
Chunk it when the fear returns.
Quit
Just Quit when the real world over powers your shove and the horizon begins to choke you
When the glow fades, the promise and commitments will drain
You’ll demand for a new distraction as you fall deeper into your hole

You were never capable of love, only the glimpses
Till the river sinks and what you leave behind is cracked sand
Trying to fill that shallow hole inside your chest
You’re dead

Three Whole Eggs One Scrambled

A new tree was planted in the backyard just a few weeks ago. Excitingly, the tree now has a new resident. A few days back we noticed a nest with a metallic blue egg. A few hours later we noticed another one. Today there were four eggs (supposedly robins lay an egg a day), but as I was sitting outside I heard the robin go crazy, squawking, and making a fuss. I looked up and low and behold a crow had invaded her nest. I know that the crow was just following the cycle of life, but I have become quite attached to this mother robin so I shewed the crow off. Unfortunately, the crow got an egg but three remain. Here is another shot of those beautiful eggs.