Posted in Boketto

Zoning Disorder

A patchwork quilt of boarded
windows and broken spirits
floats in shards of bloodied glass.
A city cries
from wounds that won’t heal.

The news reports progress
but a varnished lie cannot
conceal pain.

© Susan Schoeffield

A year after the Baltimore riots, our city struggles to move forward but beneath the mask we wear, we remain disfigured.

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 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.

 

Posted in Senryu

A Smattering of Senryu

falling in love is
oftentimes more like plunging
down the rabbit hole.

*****

great ball of fire
golden slumbers burned to bits
blinded by the light

*****

your heart is hollow
love scooped out leaves empty shell
just like a pumpkin

*****

After Tuesday’s vote,
Congress justifies its pay.
If not, act surprised.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/29/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Senryu.

Posted in Lanturne

Looney for Lanternes

LANTERNE #1

tears
welling
emotions
overflowing
sad

© Susan Schoeffield

LANTERNE #2

sand
shoreline
bury toes
grainy castles
smiles

© Susan Schoeffield

LANTERNE #3

hands
holding
letting go
build or take down
worn

© Susan Schoeffield

LANTERNE #4

snow
powder
traffic jams
blinding blizzard
drifts

© Susan Schoeffield

LANTERNE #5

love
couples
commitment
necessary
breath

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/22/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Lanterne. Clearly, I got carried away.

Posted in HexSonnetta

Gull Ability

A seagull’s insistence
on grabbing attention
by noisy contention
is heard with persistence
while seeking subsistence
with little suspension.

By steely precision,
a steadfast defiance
and cold self-reliance,
it makes its decision
while flaunting derision
at those in compliance.

Through lucrative toils,
the gull claims its spoils.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/15/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Hexsonnetta.