Suzanne Hayasaki Poems
|161.||The Next Man||7/26/2016|
|162.||A Domestic Man||7/28/2016|
|166.||Too Much For You||8/11/2016|
|167.||August In Japan||8/13/2016|
|168.||Sonnet 106 Revisited||8/19/2016|
|169.||On The Lake||8/30/2016|
|170.||Not A Fan||8/30/2016|
|173.||Love Like Your Mother||9/7/2016|
|178.||Settle Like Sediment||11/13/2016|
|184.||The Constant Peril||7/23/2017|
|187.||She Walks In Fire||3/22/2018|
|190.||Walks With Emily||4/29/2018|
|192.||In The Agora||7/2/2018|
|193.||Emily's Turn (After Billy Collins)||7/26/2018|
|194.||Shoveling Snow With Billy Collins||8/6/2018|
|195.||My Beloved's Face||8/17/2018|
|196.||The Acacia Tree||9/14/2018|
|197.||The Lemon And The Mason Jar||9/21/2018|
|199.||At The Gates||11/6/2018|
|200.||My Answer To Sonnet 29||12/29/2018|
Comments about Suzanne Hayasaki
Trust The Universe
I must trust the universe.
I must take my cue from the stars:
I must listen to the infinite wisdom
Hidden in their shining silence.
Everything that must be, will be
In its own time, of its own mind.
I am meant to sit in witness,
To observe, to learn, to accept.
The more I try to assert my will,
The more I flail in my own failings.
The more I question and doubt,
The more my spirit seeps out.
I may seem remote.
I may appear cold.
I may hold myself separate
From the ripples of panic
Flowing out from so many souls.
I simply ...
The Reclining Years
A pair of deck chairs sat in the sun
In the flagging heat of a late August evening
Grieving the fact that the summer had come and gone
Which meant that their days of lazing poolside
Were about to come to a yet again expected end.
Soon they would be carried away to the shed
Doomed to live in perpetual darkness until June.