Posted in Boketto

Zoning Disorder

A patchwork quilt of boarded
windows and broken spirits
floats in shards of bloodied glass.
A city cries
from wounds that won’t heal.

The news reports progress
but a varnished lie cannot
conceal pain.

© Susan Schoeffield

A year after the Baltimore riots, our city struggles to move forward but beneath the mask we wear, we remain disfigured.

Posted in Magic 9

Lovers in Treble

A graceful dance across the floor
is resonating in our arms.
The music begs us ask for more
when swelling notes announce the end.
So we compose another score
and base its movements on our own.
The harmonies we’re looking for
are melodies of subtle charms,
their lyrics sung by our rapport.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Magic 9

Characters Flawed

A world apart from someone’s pain,
we hide behind the walls we’ve built
and hope the heartache we sustain
won’t obfuscate our righteous path.
We speak of otherworldly gain
yet put no actions with those words.
Although the piety we feign
protects us from a rising guilt,
our scorn for humankind is plain.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Magic 9

Elections

Humdrum buzz, unceasing prattle
stifles any cognizance.
Gathering like barnyard cattle
heading to the slaughterhouse,
we appear as mindless chattel.
Suddenly, as danger speaks,
hearts embrace the coming battle.
Far removed from somnolence,
we leave one less cage to rattle.

© Susan Schoeffield