Posted in Sonnet

By Parisian Design

Was Paris what two lovers saw
while breathing in the way it seemed?
Was romance part of springtime’s thaw
or only what two people dreamed?

They met outside a French café
then walked together to the Louvre.
They talked and laughed along the way,
these strangers without much to prove.

So, walking on, love unexplored,
afraid of messages they’d send,
in silent prayer they each implored
the Champs-Elysées to never end.

Was Paris what two lovers saw
or only what two people dreamed?

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Nonet

Caught In The Storm

Love lends itself to uncertainty.
It’s confusing and unstable,
swirling like a tornado
on the unsuspecting.
Sifting through debris
left in its wake,
the heart is
seldom
spared.

© Susan Schoeffield

I think writing the short poems for the 14 Words For Love project has made me singularly focused, although I suppose there are worse things to obsess over than love!

Posted in Quatrain

State of Confusion

I find them all confusing.
Are stories on the news
supposed to be amusing
or blatant subterfuge?

Who has the right intention
when keeping us informed?
Does careless circumvention
enhance how they perform?

Their ratings might be rising
when serving up their truth.
Instead of compromising,
I’ll take mine with vermouth.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/21/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “State Of (blank)” poem.

Posted in Triolet

Unexplained

An icy finger pokes my heart
in jabbing motions unrestrained.
When decency is blown apart,
an icy finger pokes my heart.
What message can this deed impart
beyond the cruelty sustained?
An icy finger pokes my heart
in jabbing motions unrestrained.

© Susan Schoeffield

A somber poem, influenced by the recent events in Paris.