Suzanne Hayasaki Poems
|163.||String Of Pearls||4/28/2016|
|164.||Not All Men||5/3/2016|
|166.||As Light As Laughter||5/22/2016|
|168.||I Am Love||7/25/2016|
|169.||The Next Man||7/26/2016|
|170.||A Domestic Man||7/28/2016|
|174.||Too Much For You||8/11/2016|
|175.||August In Japan||8/13/2016|
|176.||Sonnet 106 Revisited||8/19/2016|
|177.||On The Lake||8/30/2016|
|178.||Not A Fan||8/30/2016|
|183.||Love Like Your Mother||9/7/2016|
|184.||Settle Like Sediment||11/13/2016|
|190.||The Constant Peril||7/23/2017|
|191.||Down To The River||9/15/2017|
|196.||Dear Glen In Gotham||3/8/2018|
|198.||She Walks In Fire||3/22/2018|
|199.||The Steady Ascent||3/29/2018|
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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.