Softening twilight
of year’s end
eyes trained firmly ahead
no thought of what, could or might
as flashing rays
of new year’s light
melt the snow
of a year grown old
into pools
of brand new hope
Copyright 2012 Suzy Rigg
A magical collection of poems crafted to curl lips into smiles & make your heart beat to an unheard drum. I believe in the healing magic of words. Poetry excites me because of how the imagination creates rich and personal stories from a bare landscape of words. My wish is to write poems that are accessible, yet cerebral. That make you think, smile and feel. Come let's beat the drum @YummieBone
Showing posts with label Bonita. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bonita. Show all posts
Thursday, 27 December 2012
New Year's Light
Labels:
Bonita,
hope,
light,
New Year,
Seasonal poems,
Suzy Rigg poems
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Relationship 1
Rudely
ignoring each other’s
Evident
pain
Lies (only small ones) are an everyday occurance
And
yet you are
Tied
to them, tightly bonded although
Intimacy
died several years ago, leaving an
Opening
to be filled by trivial and other
Naughty
pursuits, you feel
Sadness
that the relationship has changed course but
Happy, that you are no longer ‘on the market’
It’s complex, but
Perhaps
there is something in this marriage lark, after all.
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To be read in partnership with Relationship 2
To be read in partnership with Relationship 2
Labels:
acrostic poems,
Bonita,
poems,
poet,
Poetry and Mnemonics,
relationships,
Suzy
Sunday, 20 May 2012
Mother Light
The light of a new mother’s moonlight
which bathes her infant in protective
beams
fades each passing year as the infant matures.
This rite of passage stimulates umbilical cords
This rite of passage stimulates umbilical cords
of
independence to unravel, snaking their way to freedom.
When the infant finds its first voice,
not the weeping
but the lyrical turns of ‘yes’ and ‘no’
there is in this, the defining of the ego;
not something the mother dreamed of
there is in this, the defining of the ego;
not something the mother dreamed of
whilst flicking through pastel coloured
baby magazines.
The desire to walk and run soon
transmutes into dark steps of danger:
transmutes into dark steps of danger:
the unseen car, the ferocious dog, the
reversing swing
lying in wait to hurt you,
your freedom comes at a high price.
your freedom comes at a high price.
Time rushes forward like wind
baby's evolution into adult is complete.
Dancing to the beats of hormonal
heaven
emitting sighs of longing
mother has long forgotten.
mother has long forgotten.
Reminders of the heights of desire you
touched
before the babies arrived:
your cheeky baby-snatchers
your cheeky baby-snatchers
stealing passion,
in return for muted contentment.
in return for muted contentment.
Copyright Suzy R 2012
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Labels:
adolescence,
Bonita,
growing up,
letting go,
mother and child,
Mother Light,
motherhood,
poem,
Suzy,
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toddlers,
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