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 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 Uncategorized

Schoeffield 2.0

At times, I speak too quickly
with words that might seem prickly
to all the folks I know or never met.
I seldom ever track these
but gone, there are no backsies.
The only thing to do is feel regret.

If I had any notion
I’d cause a huge commotion,
I like to think I’d keep my big mouth shut.
But that would take some changing,
at least some rearranging,
and here is where I’m stuck inside a rut.

So here’s my resolution
to aim for evolution
and think before my mouth starts to expound.
I hope my goal won’t fail me
but if it should derail me,
I’ll try again when next year comes around.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/7/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “resolve” poem. If this resolution is anything like those from my past, it will soon go the way of the dinosaurs.

Posted in Acrostic

Two Faces

How do you justify
Your words of anger
Propagating hatred
Only to say later, “Why
Can’t we all get along?”
Reasonable people
Ignite flames of respect
Through all they do and
Every word they speak.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Diatelle

Staying Afloat

on what’s found
when the heart breaks.
Believing we’ll be drowned
beneath our series of mistakes
is enough to increase the many aches
from unfulfilled promises we lost to the years.
Still, we try to stand steady with the quakes
and attempt to control the shakes
that make us come unwound.
No one forsakes
as we’re bound
by sound

© Susan Schoeffield

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 Quatrain

Not-So-High Society

My crackers hold no caviar.
My glass holds no champagne.
My travels are more near than far.
I’m light in worldly gain.

I haven’t got designer clothes
or eighty-inch TVs
and sometimes being poor just blows
by infinite degrees.

But I have much in happiness
worth more than any buck.
Though what I have may not impress,
at least I’ve lots of pluck.

So keep your BMWs
and all the things you charge.
I cannot really sing the blues
when I am living large.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 12/17/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “high” poem.