Posted in Duo-rhyme

Appreciation

While taking a stroll in the night,
I smile at each day-ending sight.
To see all around me at peace
makes gratitude quickly increase.
The beauty I see doesn’t cease,
it needs but my nod to release.
I learn as the years left decrease,
my life isn’t owned, it’s a lease.
Each days brings a gift to invite
my thankfulness mixed with delight.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Cascade

Beginnings

In one quick taste, a moonlit kiss
was shared beneath the maple tree
when suddenly two hearts were one.

Embarrassed eyes would turn away
but not before again we shared,
in one quick taste, a moonlit kiss.

In all our childlike innocence,
we’d never known a joy as such
was shared beneath the maple tree.

Our lives would never be the same.
We’d been forsaken, all alone,
when suddenly two hearts were one.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Epulaeryu

Decapoda Dining

Hands and hammer find rewards
Treasure hunt in shells
Steamed with pinches of Old Bay
Lips and tongue burning
Pleasing sensation
A dozen?
More!

© Susan Schoeffield

With more frozen precipitation headed our way, it’s small wonder this aspiring beach bum longs for the simple joys of summer. The Epulaeryu poetry style pairs well with crustacean delights.

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 Quatrain

Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

Southbound on the Skyline Drive,
sagging spirits come alive.
I’m addicted to this place,
breathing in its gentle pace.

Mountain laurel, touch-me-nots,
trumpet vines fill earthen pots.
Red-tailed hawks are often seen
and the falcons Peregrine.

Happy chipmunks stop to eat
fudge they’ve stolen for a treat.
Bear cubs running zag and zig.
Mom behind them, head quite big!

Overlooks with gorgeous views
stimulate the muse in Sooze.
Nothing here leaves me distraught,
angry, sad or overwrought.

Nature’s playground brings me peace,
subtle joys I pray won’t cease.
All I witness makes me thrive
‘til I’m back on Skyline Drive.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 23 of Creative Bloomings “Granada Camp for Wayward Poets” where we’re prompted to write a poem about places in a park setting where we go to escape from the routine of our daily lives.

Posted in Staccato

It’s About Time

The season that chose to never depart
froze all of my toes and iced up my heart.
It’s time! It’s time! I’m done with cold.
Bundling up has gotten old.
No nice way to say it, so please get lost.
It’s time for my achy bones to defrost.

The long wait finally comes to an end
in the great return of a long, lost friend.
It’s here! It’s here! The winter stops.
Put on my shorts and grab flip-flops.
A stroll on the beach or swim in the bay,
it’s here and this lady is set to play!

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 5/21/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings to write a poem in the Staccato style. (NOTE: This poem was honored with a “Brilliant Bloom” award.)