Oh mix my metaphors like oil vinaigrette
Dance salsa to my heart in Balsamic duet
Crisp my leaves embalmed in blue cheese
‘Till a thousand islands resurrect Atlantis.
Lettuce – A Poem
“…Another You”
A Dusting Of Snow – A Poem
Winter’s powdered sugar shaker,
Waves it wand over the city’s acre,
Whipping snow, like dusting sugar
On chocolate mascarpone baklava.
Brushing filo pastry in the center
Lane, as smooth cake-pan tires
Unprepared for winter’s cooler,
Slide, like brushed melted butter
Over pâtisserie trays of dainty eclairs.
”Wise Are They…”
“…Its Never Too Late”
“Know this: whenever you think of leaving, a part of you has already left. But it’s never too late to get it back.”
― Kamand Kojouri
“…Every day at least”
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Armour yourself…”
I, Subject – A Poem (In Words and Photos)
When I is the subject,
Who is the subject.
The you in this moment.
The you, as experience’s tenant
Or, the girl in the mirror
Holding up the tiara;
One spoke in the bicycle
As decades wheel life’s cycle.
Or, the soul nourishing you
In Summer’s view-finder
Living the snap shot of October.
When I is the subject
How precious the cost
To share the flame of one light
In all the meanings
Leaning on one pronoun –
I – as subject alone.
Words Of Encouragement II – A Poem
[Words of Encouragement I – Link Here]
Fellow bloggers:
You write, snap photographs, paint, share your research,
All the while, holding fast clarity’s pen, camera or brush,
On syllabic tableaus, portrait poses and prose frescos,
Publishing in the quagmire sandstorms of today’s malaise.
As the world reverberates in the Gethsemane of its crucible camouflage,
Your words, a light sabre of truth; your name etched by your labor into its handle –
Expose the harbingers of the unseen by lifting the veil at every angle,
With only scarce, thin regard for your life, your health or fortune’s fleeting sparkle.
For all of this, I salute you!
Let the next generations hear and know
That you/we, by our labor have acted like the defense of Thermopylae by the Spartans;
Where future passersby surfing the double helix of the internet’s catamaran,
Shall read odes to your works as floating captions on their screens.
They shall be a signpost on the road of the internet highway,
Recounting to passersby that, like the Spartans who left a note
Of their heroic selfless efforts;
That you lifted your calling on the flag of your standard,
And, that you acted in honor in the manner expected –
As the warrior that you are, of the published page, defending against the invisible siege,
So that future readers of and visitors to, your legacy – your words they inspire,
To live in a better hope – than the one we now cautiously endure.
Moreover, generations in the future, may enjoy the simplest right; to come in and go out in freedom, as they please,
Because you kept honing your craft and stayed the course, for their sakes;
With little regard for your own ease.
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Blessings to you, my friend💖
Suzette
