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

Posted in Terzanelle

Before The Fire Burns

In an instant, it is over and done
with each of us weary from the battle.
Two adults skirmished and nobody won.

Sound arguments become senseless prattle.
Close quarters can easily breed contempt
with each of us weary from the battle.

Even the strongest pair are not exempt.
Relationships are frequently like that.
Close quarters can easily breed contempt.

We’ve grown to understand it’s just a spat.
It does not define the couple we are.
Relationships are frequently like that.

Only a blemish which won’t leave a scar,
we will always walk away friends because
it does not define the couple we are.

Frustrations are part of natural laws.
In an instant, it is over and done.
We will always walk away friends because
two adults skirmished and nobody won.

© Susan Schoeffield

I’m so honored to have this poem make the Terzanelle Form Challenge’s Top Ten list at Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog on WritersDigest.com. It’s humbling to be included with such incredibly talented poets.

Posted in Madrigal

The Unneeded Weed

I’m thrilled that my poem, “The Unneeded Weed,” made the Top Ten list for the Madrigal challenge on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog at Writer’s Digest! Very big smiles here!!

I am the dandelion crowding your lawn,
the one born to vanquish the growing of seed,
too full of conceit to respect any need.

I meet your rebukes with a flowering yawn
then paralyze yards with my lightning fast speed.
I am the dandelion crowding your lawn,
too full of conceit to respect any need.

I multiply swiftly, conclusion foregone.
My lust for destruction can never recede.
I live for the damage your pleas won’t impede.
I am the dandelion crowding your lawn,
the one born to vanquish the growing of seed,
too full of conceit to respect any need.

© Susan Schoeffield