“Something that is yours forever is never precious” ― Chaim Potok
Author Archives: Suzette Benjamin
Knowledge of Self – A Poem
What if seasonal beginnings where winged metaphors, Like the pink lady is to a kaleidoscope of butterflies, Hovering in the pupae metamorphosis of chrysalis, Where knowledge of self, like emerging Monarchs Take crowned flight from one season to another. Or, like the Andromeda plant, its coat of many colors From stem to branch paint gardensContinue reading “Knowledge of Self – A Poem”
“I don’t have…”
“I don’t have to attend every argument I’m invited to.” – W. C. Fields
Stones to the Sea – A Poem
Encroaching waves decked in shovel shoes, Build history kingdoms in wet sand dunes. Waves as scoops sculpting stone cornices, Renovate shoreline pillars raising Atlantis. Collecting wood to frame concrete pylons, Squalls, shape sand into walls of Babylon, Brick laying civilization until Agamemnon. Atop these kingdoms, the quest flag of peace Ripples through history like stonesContinue reading “Stones to the Sea – A Poem”
23.5 Degrees – A Poem
What is fall’s allure, Or Spring’s vapor, That bliss enamors. Nostalgia’s tonal rift Of seasonal drift. Or, can it be The familiar movement, Of the body’s inner core The earth does on mass, Tilting us all 23.5 degrees From our core; its core. A shepherded change, A fearless exchange, A terrestrial portal The earthly pinContinue reading “23.5 Degrees – A Poem”
“….Chase”
“Don’t chase people.Be yourself, do your own thing and work hard.The right people – the ones who really belong in your life– will come to you. And stay.” ― Will Smith
“The Moment…”
“The moment we decide to fulfill something, we can do anything.” ― Greta Thunberg
Drawn – A Poem
Like sweet is to cane sugar Like apple pie to its cliches Reflection’s warmth lingers Drawn to its living embers Tantalizing mothed fantasia Like fuzzy dice dashboards Sway eye candy binoculars On ocular rearview mirrors.
“…Great opportunities”
“We are continually faced with great opportunities which are brilliantly disguised as unsolvable problems.” ― Margaret Mead
Anonymity – A Poem
Innocence of guilt in the purgatory of penitence, Subjects of selfless contrition; the writer’s abundance Robed in anonymity, that readers themselves may see, In a world where creativity courts celebrity proximity; Words, rhymes, hidden alcoves romancing anonymity Spritz syllable perfume from veils of transparency – Counting pen names, avatars and pseudonyms – Delicious cloaks ofContinue reading “Anonymity – A Poem”
