Suzette Richards

Rookie - 40 Points [Su] (Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

Suzette Richards Poems

1. 27 April 1994 4/27/2015
2. Albatross 4/22/2012
3. Autumn Dawn 4/22/2013
4. Bowl 8/23/2012
5. Breeze 6/5/2013
6. Cape Town Weather Forecast 10/9/2012
7. Crows 11/23/2012
8. Do Not Put Asunder 5/4/2012
9. Freedom 8/23/2012
10. Golden Autumn 4/4/2012
11. I Had A Dream... 9/15/2014
12. Illuminate 9/6/2013
13. In Silence Lays The Answer 5/27/2014
14. In The Forest 7/17/2014
15. Inexorably 6/5/2013
16. Listen To My Tears 10/13/2012
17. Mildewed Expectations 5/27/2014
18. My A - Z Affairs 10/20/2012
19. On Dream's Frayed Edge 1/7/2013
20. Once In A Blue Moon - 20 August 2013 8/20/2013
21. Perception Of Freedom 10/6/2012
22. Petrichor Of A Waterfall 11/6/2014
23. Poetry In Motion 1/9/2013
24. Rewards Bloom 5/28/2013
25. Sacred Ibis 8/23/2012
26. Sand Castles 5/4/2012
27. Setting Sun 1/7/2013
28. Stolen Moments 6/17/2012
29. Sweet Talking 5/1/2012
30. The African Man 8/23/2012
31. The Bee 7/6/2013
32. The Caged Bird Sings 9/3/2012
33. The Face Of Love 8/18/2012
34. The Fairest Cape 5/28/2012
35. The Fish Eagle 8/23/2012
36. The Foundlings 6/30/2013
37. The Song Thrush 5/5/2013
38. The Swirling Mist 7/8/2012
39. Then Understand 3/4/2013
40. To A Nunnery, Go 6/3/2014
Best Poem of Suzette Richards

Golden Autumn

The soft sunlight bathes
the last of the flowers.
The gentle sea breeze
kisses the branches,
releasing the sensual
scent of the lavender bush.

I'm drinking in the
moment - savouring it.
It spills over into
pleasant past memories:
People whom I've known
and warmly loved.

I reach out to an illusion
of strong emotions conjured
by the senses. Knowing it
will be lost as soon as
I try to capture it again.
Standing still now. Satisfied.

Autumn is slowing me down
to an enforced slower pace.
It is nature's way to ...

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Sweet Talking

It's dusky and smoky in the room.
People are talking too loudly,
laughing at a joke of which
the punch line was lost in the din.
I shift my weight on the stool -
the dimensions not quite fitting my shape.
My skirt rides up my thighs.
I leave it there and pick up a stare
from across the room.

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