Posted in Quatrain

When The End Of August Comes

Each year when the summer begins to fade,
the sadness returns and flashbacks run wild.
I stopped viewing life through eyes of a child,
innocence sliced by a double-edged blade.

Still I am haunted by losing them both
so close together, in only two weeks.
But when they are needed, each of them speaks,
telling me love is a forever oath.

With summer’s farewell, the autumn is met
bringing me days when I feel less bereft.
My wounds will heal from the memories left
of two loving parents I won’t forget.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 8/6/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write an elegy.

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

Rough Waters

Rough Waters

Waves pound against his boat.
The need to stay afloat is strong,
well aware his swan song
could be sung before long and be
shared with a callous sea.
He knows he cannot flee or save
this seafarer so brave
from the watery grave that waits.
Yet, still he contemplates
how to deny the fates that clutch
his soul. With Neptune’s touch,
the spirit loses much, and breath
succumbs to looming death.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a poem in the Luc-Bat style. [NOTE: This poem was honored with a Brilliant Bloom by Creative Bloomings on 2/22/14.]

Posted in Pensee

Always Is Forever

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 20: an “Always [blank]” poem

Always Is Forever

Always
is a long time
to hold on to resentment
for real or imagined anguish
brought about by others.

Always
is all you have
when you can’t take back the words
you have spoken from the anger
controlling who you are.

Always
is forever
when a wrong can’t be righted
because death chose to intervene
and anger becomes guilt.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/20/13 at 12:22 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

Flying High And Falling Fast

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 12: a “happiest and saddest moment” poem

Flying High and Falling Fast

For me,
camping is the
best way I know to unwind,
to prepare for what comes next
and be ready for it.

This trip
would not fail me.
A night of a thousand stars.
A campfire’s flames brushed heaven
and heaven touched my heart.

Back home,
a ringing phone
greeted me on my return.
Daddy suffered a massive stroke
and would not recover.

Two weeks
later, I thought
there were no more tears to cry.
When I felt the worst was over,
my mother passed away.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/12/13 at 11:53 a.m.

Posted in Quatrain

An Apparition

Written for the 10/27/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 132 – A dozen poetry prompts: sheet, yearn, immeasurable, pebble, clay, flames, bend, waking, still, safe, erode, inky.

An Apparition

One autumn night when all was still,
my blood ran cold, but not from chill.
Awaking on a pebble road,
a tremor made the earth erode.
These feet of clay were quick to fold.
Immeasurable fear took hold
within me when I gazed upon
an eerie presence on the lawn.
Was this a child of trick or treat
or was there nothing ‘neath the sheet?
When flames appeared where eyes should be,
the inky vision drew near me.
The power of this ghostly waif
would make me yearn for places safe.
Too late, I learned I couldn’t scream.
This poltergeist was not a dream.
It taunted me to bend in shame
as bloody chisels etched my name
upon a stone that crushed my head
and, thus, I joined the living dead.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Quatrain, Seed Lines

Tsunami

Written for the 9/22/13 Poetic Bloomings prompt: Seed Lines – write a poem that uses the first line of another’s poem

Tsunami

I saw the sunset-colored sands
swept away, engulfed by waves
as nature’s fury met the lands,
sending them to watery graves.

With seabed tremors set to shake
in pounding rhythms on the shore,
the cresting peaks began to break
and claimed me for the ocean floor.

In twilight’s arms, I fell to death
by plunging through the black abyss.
Before I took my final breath,
I kissed the cheek of Atlantis.

© Susan Schoeffield

(first line from “The Wanderer” by Sara Teasdale)