Biography of Susan Ash
Just enjoying experimenting with poetry as a way of expressing my inner thoughts and feelings. Recently a friend introduced me to the work of Charles Bukowski and this has had quite an influence on me - think I would quite like to have met him.
Age is irrelevant to me - we may learn as we go through life, but the essence of the person within often stays the same.
I would welcome comments about my poems - both style and subject.
Susan Ash Poems
First Kiss-Last Kiss
The warmth of his body Flows through his touch, Enfolding me in his universe.
Becoming The Enemy
I wrote him a poem to tell him How our love felt easy and free, I wrote about how good it felt Being allowed to just be me.
What have I lost that He doesn’t understand? My trust in him.
Feeling One Alone
Where do I fit? The more time goes by The same answer Keeps coming back -
What do I see The first time I look into Their eyes?
A man who has trust. The patience to let The encounter unfold, Delight in every touch,
Never happened before First time today An “innocent” conversation Completely took my breath away ……..
A Fleeting Moment Of Family
The table is laid, A place for me. This is my family. Yet being all together is
Can’t understand These feelings Jealousy, Betrayal
I remember a vast dark ocean, Sometimes calm, sometimes stormy. Me swimming for my life, To stay on the surface,
White sunlight sparkling Through the leaves of the willow, Dancing on the water flowing by. The black silhouette of one man fishing,
Today I Tried
Today I tried. I didn’t attack, I didn’t accuse, I didn’t criticise.
Funny.. He loves another. Was happy to have her In his life as a friend.
The Last Goodbye
She spoke of how Eager he had been To come into this world. How this was to be the
Like trees in winter.
They feel barren,
In a bleak world.
Although they still
Sway with the wind.