Posted in Quatrain

Still, Still, Still

The moon reflects off whitened ground,
in iridescent, steady streams
and here, amid the silent sound,
the snowflakes waltz upon its beams.

For one brief moment, all is calm
eclipsing all the worldly woes.
With mankind touched by soothing balm,
upon the earth a yearning flows

to melt the frost from undue hate.
When words are joined by thoughts and deeds,
the frozen fields could generate
a harvest rich from yuletide seeds.

Yet hope alone won’t lessen fear
with silent nights and moonlit beams.
Beyond the season’s short-lived cheer,
may peace on earth be more than dreams.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 12/14/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem inspired by a Christmas or Holiday song.

Posted in Terzanelle

Holiday Masks

It’s harder at this time of year.
As passersby will wave or nod,
we feign the joy of Christmas cheer.

With heavy heart, we find we plod
through aimless days and endless nights
as passersby will wave or nod.

We battle with internal fights,
engaged in what we cannot win.
Through aimless days and endless nights,

we pray for things that might have been
if only time would change the course.
Engaged in what we cannot win,

we know we must embrace the source
when grief becomes our sad refrain.
If only time would change the course.

Although we try to hide our pain,
it’s harder at this time of year
when grief becomes our sad refrain
as passersby will wave or nod.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 12/10/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Terzanelle.

Posted in Musette

Post-PAD Predicament

Sparks rise
but the poet’s
muse cries.

Thoughts blazed
but the fingers
aren’t fazed.

Flames spread
but abused muse
is dead.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/30/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem inspired by Margaret Atwood’s line: “We are learning to make fire.” I used my completion of the Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge as additional inspiration.

Posted in Sonnet

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© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/16/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem about an inanimate object getting ready to perform its task.

Posted in Shadow Sonnet

This Time Of Year

Aromas fill the kitchen, pleasing aromas.
Sweet potatoes, turkey and pumpkin pie are sweet
reminders to be thankful, as if reminders
are necessary knowing just how blessed we are.

Hard times made me less aware and it became hard
to remember other folks were struggling, too.
Filling other’s needs had to be more fulfilling,
more comforting, than believing I deserved more.

On the road to self-pity, I had to move on
where people with no food to eat or clothes to wear
would rely on me to warm their fires with wood,
share my coat or give meals when they had none to share.

Far from being perfect, I’m more content when far
less concerned with myself and satisfied with less.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/12/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Shadow Sonnet.