Biography of Suzette Richards
I am a retired and first lived in the scenic town of Somerset West, South Africa. One of my favourite activities was to take a leisurely stroll on the beach near my property. Seeing dolphins leaping in the surf had inspired me to pen my first poem, Water Dance, in May 2011. This is, also, the title of my semi-autobiography.
In December 2013, I made the Greater Karoo my new home and bought a 100-year-old Victorian home, which I renovated (when I was not busy writing) . The new surroundings had challenged me to take a new direction in my poetry and writing, often serious and sombre.
During June 2017, I moved to a house on a friend's farm in White River (near the Kruger National Park) . The idyllic surroundings have inspired me to pen international standard poems such as From Purgatory to Paradise, taking first prize in a contest.
Suzette Richards Poems
The soft sunlight bathes the last of the flowers. The gentle sea breeze kisses the branches,
Your key does not fit the door. We cannot meet anymore. I have tried to say 'Goodbye', but you will be the one to try
Do Not Put Asunder
When we met briefly, it was not you chiefly that I was seeking. I have dreamt of love
The Fairest Cape
The mild Cape Town winter weather triggers blooming of the Heather. The Erica shines their lanterns amongst the Foxtail Ferns.
Where The Moment Lies
the point where the sea meets sky is where the moment lies
Like an albatross, Past clings like dross. Round my bent neck it hangs in check
The Caged Bird Sings
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing
success is within our grasp the fear of failure should not be entertained visualizing the outcome brings it to pass sharing our successes empowers others
It Has To Start With Me
Their homes are now ablaze. Our worlds in turmoil reel and hopes to rubble raze. We've forgotten how to feel.
Building sandcastles on the beach, they remain for now out of reach of ever encroaching waves, which noisily wash into caves
When The Final Bell Tolls
Where once the vainglorious hunter held sway, is now frequented by the frail of mind and body. I resolve to repent and hold temptations at bay, but anew succumb to Bacchus' nightly toddy.
27 April 1994
To right a wrong of ages past A nation writhed in pain A cross is what it now would take So much for all to gain
The Fish Eagle
master of the river calling to his mate I lift my face to the early morning sun just in time to see him swoop extending talons
the caged lion sniffs the air barrier lifted freedom is a step away an unknown concept
Building sandcastles on the beach,
they remain for now out of reach
of ever encroaching waves,
which noisily wash into caves
like a most unwelcome leach.
The tides will wash it away –
Eden will passionately sway
to the rhythm of seasonal wind.