Posted in Nove Otto

Since The Robin Came

Since The Robin Came

I yearn for climates more serene
with landscapes painted blissful green
beyond the touch of winter’s chill.
Although on paper this is Spring,
my garden doesn’t yield a thing,
no hyacinth or daffodil.
But while I search impatiently,
I spy a robin in the tree.
I listen to his cheerful trill
and with his song, I feel no cold.
As warmer days will soon unfold,
I find my cure without a pill.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 4 of the Poetic Asides April 2014 PAD Challenge. The prompt today was to write a “Since [blank]” poem.

Posted in LaCharta

Time In A Bottle

Time In A Bottle

I walked along the water’s edge
and thought about the silent wedge
that threatened to disrupt the pledge
we made the first day of our life
together as a man and wife.

And as I pondered how and why,
a floating bottle caught my eye,
inside a note kept safe and dry.
To one who’d never be his wife,
a man spoke of his love for life.

The sailor knew he’d meet his end
and chose to write to his best friend.
Regretting time they’d never spend
together as a man and wife,
he’d miss the joys of married life.

The man, well hardened by the sea,
expressed his love so tenderly
and mourned the loss of what might be.
If only God would spare his life
to let him make his girl his wife.

I wondered if she ever knew
what hell the ocean put him through.
When his return was overdue,
did she become another’s wife
or did she barely walk through life?

It didn’t take me long to see
his words were also were meant for me.
This life, which holds no guarantee,
without us being man and wife,
would be an empty, lonely life.

I held the message in my hand.
As tears rolled down and splashed on sand,
I came to fully understand
how glad I am to be your wife,
to love and cherish you through life.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 3 of the Poetic Asides April 2014 PAD challenge to write a “message” poem.

Posted in Luc-Bat

No Safe Haven

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The ocean roughly kissed
her lips and in the mist she felt
tiny grains of sand pelt
hard against the old welt, a scar
from days she thought were far
away but still could mar her days.
Enveloped in a haze,
she ran in varied ways to slip
from pains which held their grip
but on this pointless trip persist.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 2 of the Poetic Asides April 2014 PAD Challenge to write a “voyage” poem.

Posted in Haiku

All In A Day’s Work

All In A Day's Work

A tangerine sphere
peeking through blinds paints the wall
with gentle brush strokes.

Sunrise to sunset,
reddish yellow and soft pink
complete the canvas.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 1 of the Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge: write a beginning, an ending or both poem. After dealing with the lingering effects of a nasty flu, this is my first poem in over two weeks. Feels good to be back at the computer!