Posted in Florette

Internal Revenue

What needs have I to worry on
when daylight brings to me the dawn
and sunset brings me time to rest?
Planned out ahead, my outline is already drawn.

My life itself is worth enough
to keep me strong and make me tough.
While out along my chosen path,
my steady feet will walk me through when things get rough.

Let no one dare to call me poor
for I have riches to explore
I haven’t fully counted yet
inside myself, without the need for banks offshore.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Piaku

Life Goes On

Floating on
clouds
high above the
storm,
trouble doesn’t sway
my journey in search of tomorrow.

Sometimes,
the clouds on which I ride
hit turbulence but
at day’s end
I am still afloat.

Buoyed by family and friends,
I am never afraid of falling.
Surrounding myself with love,
I have the courage to follow my
destiny.

© Susan Schoeffield

Today’s daily poem is written as a Piaku, a form based on the mathematical constant Pi. For this piece, I’ve used the first 16 digits of Pi for each line’s syllable count.

Posted in Minute Poetry

While I Still Can

The promise in another day
brings hope my way.
It makes me smile.
I laugh a while

for darkness fades in morning light
and ends the fight
with failures met.
My one regret

is wasting so much precious time.
I’m in my prime
with much to learn
outside the urn.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Ottava Rima

Lyrical Symmetry

They start with an image born from a seed,
carefully nurtured until they have grown.
Buried in darkness, they find themselves freed.
Words bind together, no longer alone.
Poetry blossoms, fulfilling a need
to capture a thought, to make it our own.
Poems inspire and offer us much
beauty to ponder, their spirit to touch.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/14/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “beauty” poem.

Posted in Kyrielle Suzette

Inner Light

Into a chasm of deep regret,
candles illuminate goals I’ve met
with peace that comes to lighten my soul
where ambiguity took control.

Innocent wonder has now matured,
though pathways allowed remain obscured.
Doubt overwhelms and soon I forget
candles illuminate goals I’ve met.

Hunted and haunted, my fears engage.
Complacency harbors a silent rage.
Failure disguises success, and yet
candles illuminate goals I’ve met.

Into a chasm of deep regret,
candles illuminate goals I’ve met.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Triquain

30-Day Plan

Poems and
novels in thirty days
are tasks not to be taken lightly.
A degree of endurance must face the blank screen
with a cat’s curiosity for
capturing treasures
without gloves.

For words are
also treasures to save,
not to claim a place in history
but for the thrill of watching unfettered fingers
aggressively capture hidden thoughts,
assisted by resolve
and coffee.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/2/14 prompt at the Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem based on a selected quote by Benjamin Franklin (mine: The cat in gloves catches no mice), giving a nod to all those participating in the PAD Chapbook Challenge and NaNoWriMo.

Posted in Quatrain

Pick Up Power

In my hands, I hold you close.
Let me feel the warmth ensue.
I will only need a dose
of the heat that comes from you.

You can satisfy my soul
like a foodie’s fine cuisine.
I am never in control
without pick-me-up caffeine.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/15/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “pick up” poem.

Posted in Villonnet

The Poet’s Plight

Before each prompt, I quietly inhale
to clear my head and focus on the need
to build a written puzzle from my mind
but even so, my words will sometimes fail.

I worry that my thoughts will somehow pale
when writing what my heart would like to say.
To overcome debilitating fear
before each prompt, I quietly inhale.

It’s difficult maneuvering this trail
to find a way to perfectly release
the images held captive in my brain
but even so, my words will sometimes fail.

Before each prompt, I quietly inhale
and pray my muses haven’t yet escaped
but even so, my words will sometimes fail.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 10/1/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a Villonnet.