Suzette Benjamin

Adapt – A Poem

We are alive thriving today, Because our ancestors knew how to adapt; Adapting is part of their legacy of knowledge. Not knowledge learned from books, however excellent. But that knowledge that is always with us – Coursing through our veins.

Private Reflection – Water

“Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined… Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses. By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had abandoned.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Cantilever emotions – A stream of Unconscious Poem

Cantilever emotions vaulting passion prompted sentiments of scented daydreams at the county fair cotton candy flavored carnival fixin’s deep fried crispy made to order – ready made childlike fun in a made to order grown up world. ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ A sort of a different style of poetry than you have seen on this blog. Here, IContinue reading “Cantilever emotions – A stream of Unconscious Poem”

“…discovered fire”

“Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.” – Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

Note to my fellow bloggers, poets, writers

Love your craft, Write what you love, Share your passion, And above all, Know that your labor is not in vain.

Rooster – A Poem (with audio)

Spring abounds All around. Makes one happy As watching a rooster Quietly tiptoe in tall grass, Belting out nature’s Sometimes unwelcome Morning alarm. Enjoying sweet corn as his reward.

Dawn – A Poem

A train horn sounds in the distance – Piercing the fog of muted silence. Gentle raindrops on the window, Their resplendent show Silenced By warm Spring winds, Chasing them away as they land. A stunning delicious cup of coffee Crafted by accident, Poured too much creamer, In the shimmering dim light. Dawn, An unwrapping ofContinue reading “Dawn – A Poem”

“Thought…”

“Thought is free.”― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

We are still here – A Poem

Great storms of troubles have in times past shaken humanity. Powerful gales then threatened, life on earth with feigned impunity. Those surges, to our ancestors, may have seemed the masthead of finality… But, We Are Still Here.

Ancient Words – A Poem

Ancient words, Verbal coinage of the past. What mystical phrases they spell – Prithee tell. Wondrous tales by bards of olden. Of Paradise fields, of flowers golden. Ancient words woven Like warm clout into a blanket, Wrapping waves of joy ’round the heorte. Forsooth, howbeit so grand, Ancient words, when spoken today – ‘Though inContinue reading “Ancient Words – A Poem”