Susan LeGree Poems

Oh to be a house cat
snug and smug inside
All the world beyond the glass
hers, to be surmised
...

Trying to hold onto
and preserve what one
loves and feels deeply,
is like trying to pin the
...

Sightless, I peer into
cupped hands
Somehow it is soothing,
this caress of self
...

He was tall and slim
with a lovely face
He said he was from Iran;
I'd not then heard of such a place
...

Waiting for an hour
begins with a minute
A day begins a year
All culminate into nothing
...

Push me daddy,
push me high
Make my toes touch
the sky
...

Fairest one of all
escaped the mirrored wall;
taking with it, my youth
and along with that,
...

And so a year begins,
and takes its place
upon the mound
of those gone before
...

What happens
when it all is written
and there's nothing
left to say.
...

I searched for you today
in all the usual places,
and anywhere you might be
found
...