Suzette Richards Poems
|41.||The Fairest Cape||5/28/2012|
|42.||The Fish Eagle||8/23/2012|
|44.||The Song Thrush||5/5/2013|
|45.||The South African Constitution||4/29/2016|
|46.||The Swirling Mist||7/8/2012|
|49.||To A Nunnery, Go||6/3/2014|
|51.||When The Final Bell Tolls||7/13/2014|
|52.||Where Do Birds Go When They Die||3/17/2014|
|53.||Where The Moment Lies||7/26/2013|
|54.||Where Your Spirit Roams Freely||7/17/2014|
|55.||Writing On The Wall||7/15/2012|
Comments about Suzette Richards
The soft sunlight bathes
the last of the flowers.
The gentle sea breeze
kisses the branches,
releasing the sensual
scent of the lavender bush.
I'm drinking in the
moment - savouring it.
It spills over into
pleasant past memories:
People whom I've known
and warmly loved.
I reach out to an illusion
of strong emotions conjured
by the senses. Knowing it
will be lost as soon as
I try to capture it again.
Standing still now. Satisfied.
Autumn is slowing me down
to an enforced slower pace.
It is nature's way to ...
It's dusky and smoky in the room.
People are talking too loudly,
laughing at a joke of which
the punch line was lost in the din.
I shift my weight on the stool -
the dimensions not quite fitting my shape.
My skirt rides up my thighs.
I leave it there and pick up a stare
from across the room.