Suzette Richards Poems

you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible
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a secret dream of peace
youth making dreamers of all -
amidst enemy fire
passions rode high -
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the wind has died down—
the ground s t r e w n
with nature's debris—
autumn's palette
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the air that we breathe -
an intricate part of survival -
reluctantly exhaled
lost in the cauldron of communal breath
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as waterfalls tear* down my sheer cliffs -
sculpted by time's relentless tide
defying the laws of nature
my age undefined; hidden
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watching a naked flame
with its flickering orange hues
warms the cockles of the heart
reminiscing of scenarios
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a mirror lies cRaCkEd in the sand—
folding sky into w a t e r
water into s k y
the offing n e b u l o u s as HOPE
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the King's Game
protected by law
but an aerodynamic
l.a.w
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I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair,
The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud,
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The poets ease a troubled soul -
their lyrics echo in the heart
that yearns for soothing silence -
a sombre melody that shadows part.
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