Posted in Free Verse

Poetically Suspended

Words hum with no order,
a swarm of bees buzzing
aimlessly in a forest.
While passions thrive,
magic hangs in mid-air.
An unwritten poem is
a creature without life,
one who will only jump
in storming brain cells.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 7/20/14 Wordle #170 at The Sunday Whirl with a baker’s dozen of poetry prompts: passions, without, storming, jump, creature, forest, hang, magic, thrive, words, hum, while, swarm.

Posted in Quatrain

An Apparition

Written for the 10/27/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 132 – A dozen poetry prompts: sheet, yearn, immeasurable, pebble, clay, flames, bend, waking, still, safe, erode, inky.

An Apparition

One autumn night when all was still,
my blood ran cold, but not from chill.
Awaking on a pebble road,
a tremor made the earth erode.
These feet of clay were quick to fold.
Immeasurable fear took hold
within me when I gazed upon
an eerie presence on the lawn.
Was this a child of trick or treat
or was there nothing ‘neath the sheet?
When flames appeared where eyes should be,
the inky vision drew near me.
The power of this ghostly waif
would make me yearn for places safe.
Too late, I learned I couldn’t scream.
This poltergeist was not a dream.
It taunted me to bend in shame
as bloody chisels etched my name
upon a stone that crushed my head
and, thus, I joined the living dead.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Internal Rhyme

Cause And Effect

Written for the 10/6/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 129 – A dozen poetry prompts:  chance, saw, basket, swept, blinked, hand, stars, secret, clever, flesh, ripe, nest

Cause and Effect

A routine trip to the grocery store
proved nothing more than disappointing
despite the manager’s anointing
everything in produce as ripe.
I wanted to gripe about this fallacy,
but instead I continued down the aisle,
and all the while my basket stayed empty.

Frustrated, I nearly sought out candy bars
when, oh my stars, there in its nest I saw it!
Orange and yellow, slightly pinked.
I blinked as if my eyes deceived
me with what I believed was perfection.
All thoughts of confection were swept away
as the display and I stood side by side.

The soft, fuzzy flesh had a comforting feel
in my hand and I let out a squeal of delight.
I took a chance to bite it and the secret sweetness
dripped down my chin and onto my fingers.
The sensation lingers to this day,
but my clever attempt to sample more
ensured that the store would ban me forever.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Free Verse

A Dozen Years Ago

Written for the 9/8/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 125 – A dozen poetry prompts: avenue, center, answer, magic, dimension, used, bell, change, stains, pay, only, intrigue

A Dozen Years Ago

The sky held a magic,
as only clear, blue skies can.
There was no hint that our lives
would soon change forever.
In the flash of an instant,
we were swept away into a new dimension,
one bearing the stains of lost innocence.
At the center of this intrigue
was unspeakable hatred for
who were are and what we believe.
We would pay for our convictions
with our own innovations used against us.
As the bell tolls in remembrance,
we answer those who sought our defeat
by our resolve to move forward,
our avenue to freedom still intact.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Free Verse

Writer’s Block

Written for the 9/1/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 124 – A dozen poetry prompts: scarlet, close, feathery, hole, sparks, sway, oiled, shoots, inky, doubt, lost, wet

Writer's Block

Inky fingers write
feathery phrases
like a well-oiled machine.
But fear this wet spring of words
will dry out and close the hole
where a poem shoots out from the pen,
holds sway on the imagination.
The scarlet sparks that fuse the muse
are lost forever to doubt.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Free Verse

Abandoned Dreams

Written for the 8/25/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 123 – A dozen poetry prompts: filters, pieces, gusting, springs, out, keep, fierce, bitter, cries, enough, south, train

Deserted Farm

Dried up springs share their space
with pieces of rotting crops.
The farmer shouts, “Enough is enough!”
A gusting wind from a rainless storm
filters out his bitter cries.
The piercing whistle from a distant train
beckons him south to a more forgiving clime.
His fierce determination
to keep his dream alive
stays with the abandoned field
behind a “Keep Out” sign.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Free Verse

An Empty Place

Written for the 8/18/13 The Sunday Whirl Wordle 122 – A baker’s dozen of poetry prompts:  dreamed, years, vision, heart, tribute, space, persuaded, degrees, nestled, floor, period, if, stay

An Empty Place

Nestled in the corner of a memory
is a period of time I dared not revisit.
It was a time when anger was measured by degrees
and love was no more than a tribute to your vanity.
I might have been persuaded to try again,
but even through the distance of years,
my fragile heart remains weary and afraid.
Yet I know, if I stay rooted to the floor,
refusing to move toward that vision
of contentment for which I once dreamed,
the space I exist in will be forever empty.

© Susan Schoeffield