Posted in Pensee

Recycled

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 30: a “disappearing” poem

Recycled

Time is
disappearing.
Pages on the calendar
fly into the recycle bin
faster than I can blink.

Sixty
is closer now.
I’m not certain I’m prepared
to meet it with a smiling face
when it knocks on my door.

And yet,
in it will come.
What’s a few more pains and aches?
I’ve known plenty in my fifties
and I’m friends with Aleve.

Time is
disappearing.
While grateful for yesterdays,
I look forward to tomorrows
before I’m recycled.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/30/13 at 5:38 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

The Place In Between

Another “catch-up” poem for a missed prompt for the Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 16: a “half-way” poem

The Place In Between

Half-way
‘tween there and here,
one heart’s muffled orchestra
echoed in an empty chamber
a song no one could hear.

Half-way
‘tween then and now,
one heart sang a capella
to melodies not yet written,
a song it would not share.

Half-way
‘tween you and me,
two hearts created music,
a chorus blending together,
a song only love sings.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted late for the Poetic Asides Day 16 Challenge on 11/29/13 at 1:49 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

A Mid-Autumn Night’s Dream

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 29: a “commercial” poem

A Mid-Autumn Night's Dream

Travel
destinations
to warm, tropical places.
Palm trees and white, sandy beaches
in seductive locales.

Bathing
suits and flip-flops,
umbrella drinks, fresh seafood.
Temptations too strong to resist
on cold November days.

Exchange
snow plows and scarves
for jet skis and scuba gear,
woolen gloves for suntan lotion.
The islands are calling.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/29/13 at 10:44 a.m.

Posted in Pensee

Free Day

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 26: a “free [blank]” or “[blank] free” poem

Free Day

Free day.
Closing textbooks.
Turning off the computer.
Taking the time to be selfish
until I’m needed here.

Free day.
What a concept!
The world outside of my house
is calling me for adventure
unless I’m needed here.

Free day.
It’s been so long,
I can’t recall how it’s done.
It doesn’t seem quite right to me.
What if I’m needed here?

Free day.
I might have fun,
but two dogs don’t look happy
and big, brown eyes beg me to stay.
They say I’m needed here.

Free day?
I don’t think so.
I appreciate the thought,
but I have canine games to play.
You see, I’m needed here.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/26/13 at 3:19 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

Return To Black Rock Springs

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 25: “remix a poem you previously wrote for one of the November challenges”

Return To Black Rock Springs

(a remix of “The Trail To Black Rock Springs” 11/3/13)

A trail
I’ve walked before
seems different in this light.
The passage of time dismantles
dubious memories.

A wall,
behind which stood
a hotel spa for town folk,
has no reminders save decay
of ruined majesty.

A thread
in my thinking
unravels to discover
all that nature has reclaimed
is given back a hundred-fold
in images unseen.

Footsteps
recall laughter,
silence supplies the music.
Contemplation heals the ailments
of all who venture here.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/25/13 at 11:19 a.m.

Posted in Pensee

Hiding Courage

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 24: a poem that responds to a quote

Hiding Courage

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom” – Anais Nin

Hiding
in the safety
of limited boundaries
enables fear of the unknown
to leave roads unexplored.

Courage
cannot be found
behind closed doors or drawn blinds.
To disable apprehension,
it must first be engaged.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/24/13 at 1:27 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

Elemental Exposure

On November 15, 16 and 17, I took a last minute trip to Williamsburg, Virginia.  I’m trying to catch up on the three missed challenges, so here is my late post for the Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 17: an “element” poem

Exposed to the Elements

Raindrops
lightly cascade
in soft, shimmering splashes
off the shoulders of a mountain
to shallow pools below.

As clouds
obscure the sun,
temperatures quickly drop,
the wet shoulders of a mountain
wearing an icy shawl.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/23/13 at 5:09 p.m.

Posted in Pensee

Should I Be In This Place?

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 23: an “I shouldn’t be here” poem

Should I Be In This Place

Should I
quietly hide
in the clouds to gaze upon
the stars dancing in moonlit skies
to songs only they know?

Should I
try to capture
the soft and graceful steps of
this waltz in evening’s ballroom,
my words will sound hollow.

I should,
instead, enjoy
the scene in silent awe as
those involved in this astral dance
ignore my intrusion.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/23/13 at 2:35 p.m.

Posted in Quatrain

The Undead Wretch

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 22: a poem using at least three of these words: ideogram, remora, casket, eclipse, selfie, wretch

The Undead Wretch

I am somewhat a remora,
feeding off the living.
I radiate an aura
of terror unforgiving.

An ideogram of crucifix
awash in flowing blood,
I have the power to transfix
and bury you ‘neath the mud.

The casket is my daylight place.
The sun I must not see.
A mirror can’t reflect my face.
There’s no selfie of me.

There is no evil I imbue
my charms cannot eclipse.
So fear the wretch before you
and beware his blood-stained lips.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/22/13 at 2:49 p.m.

Posted in Limerick

For Samuel Finley Breese Morse

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 21: a “secret message” poem

For Samuel Finley Breese Morse

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TRANSLATION:

There once was a man named Sam Morse,
Who developed, for better or worse,
A new way to write,
Hiding words in plain sight,
But it’s not a great way to read verse.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted to Poetic Asides on 12/21/13 at 10:18 a.m.