Daily Grind or Black Something

The daily grind is there for that

to pulverize your soul

with meditation prayer and rest

you will regain your whole

Working in a job you love, 

feels not like work at all

this, my friend is where to aim

to fulfill your life's true role

Making money makes you rich

but does not give you peace

in time my friend, you must let go 

to feel your SELF release

The more you earn, the more you spend

is no contrary notion

the act of earning just gears you up

for more, and intense spending

Review your life, take stock,stop now!

to feel where you are going

while bricks and banks are piling up

sweet beauty is past you flowing

The international language spake today

it seems is simply money, 

but love, compassion honesty 

take charge in their abundance

There is no scarcity in these things

they're free, just deep within us.

Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

Elephant Highway

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Unbalanced carts spilled sun ripe fruit

on the dust strewn road

splitting colours, splashing seed

to meet the market dawn.

Spindly children tried to run

alongside heavy traps

some were strong and long of limb

and barely caught their breath.

Bicycles too, took their own road

and weaved their wheels about

the death they cheated,

although in jest, made

villagers shout out loud.

The noise grew low

for something strong

had taken up this path

a silver grey bull elephant

was on this very route!

Without a sound

the track was cleared

of children, wheels and fruit

whilst 'mister majestic' walked

~ in no par-tic-u-lar hurry ~

Without a backward glance.

Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

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Showgirl

She watched them falling through the bus window,

in slow motion like dandelions from a giant upended field

crimson leaves curled and fell, swaying side to side

forming a variegated rouge brown carpet.

The mother and child on the park bench, people on the bus

delicate pensioners, everyone stilled in rapt appreciation

of her rainbow shower, aware this magnificent show 

was for a limited time only.

Wordlessly, relentlessly, with a glamourous last russet hurrah

she tidied away for a more barren and sinister act to follow

her generosity and voluptuousness 

casting lingering relaxed and happy shadows 

As she finally revealed herself naked

everyone’s thought was the same:

"she never fails to put on a show
yet each one thrills as if for the first time."

Copyright Suzy R 2012

A turning circle

             i
Shiny men lined up

jostling for her attention

she knocked them all down

             ii

together they'd walked life's path 

humming a familiar tune 

laughing, loving,living  

gone too soon

             iii

Inching and ebbing

her beating heart lost power

leaving golden sparks.



Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

Fossil

We could be fossils, you and I

pressed flat after centuries 

of lying inert in the rock.

Curious that the tiny hermit crab

the roman centurion
the colossal dinosaur

would share the same fate:

To be peered at, fondled 
by some scholarly archaeologist.

Consider the sweet relief

of our fossilised friends:

hermit crab - free from food chain dramas
soldier -  shielded from the blistering rays of midday sun

dinosaur - not anxious about anything big

like being wiped off the planet.

Roll up, roll up for fossil school!

A snapshot of life, in death.

Copyright Suzy R 2012

Mourning Song

For one so alive

it is hard to believe, you are gone.

Like the melody of a much-loved song

your refrain lives on.
Suspended in the twilight 'tween light and death
straddling in vain ‘twix dark and life

straining to be understood but

simply wanting to be somewhere else, entirely... 

Since you’ve gone, the days have stretched

into wafered sheets of gold leaf; 

memories of you hold a shining sting

oh came back - please!

I promise to bind you in the loving threads

of whispered eternity.


Copyright Suzy Rigg 2012

Looking at the date, I wrote this one before mum passed away.
Much of our knowledge or 'knowing' is buried deep in our subconscious minds; poetry is one of the ways I access this hidden part of me. 

Fallen Leaves

Autumn breeze plucks leaves from trees

that touch the ground so gently

leaving branches pining, asking

why have the leaves ceased to sway?

Kindly soil so richly deep

envelopes falling leaves to sleep

waltzered slowly round and round

before they touch the waiting ground

Children kicking crinkly leaves

beneath benevolent aged trees

while winter's gentle setting sun

breathes heat of autumn peace.

I hope you rest in perfect peace and your family find the strength 
to let peace into their hearts to fill the void where you used to stand.

For Martin, RIP.

Copyright Suzy R 2012