Biography of Suzy Jay
my life is not important. My mind is.
Suzy Jay Poems
Its Not Monday Anymore
Its not Monday anymore The winds came and lifted the sheets higher and farther than the stretch of my fingers.
Nothing is tangible Moments are mists over rivers fast flowing downstream.
Noche De Los Reyes
Tonight the snows came again. There was a silence. Muted, hung. As if the moment was waiting for a crack in the clouds
If you sit and think of larks waters rise and take you bobbing to other shores of daffodils in blue haze
Three Poems Dedicated To Antonio Melguiz...
'You are my Socrates, ' you said whilst blinded in obscurity and running from nowhere.
Sometimes when I breath I am the Indian Ocean. Far away and fathomless silent and numb
I wait the morning. The light that robs me of night. Its stealth, creeping uphill, entering private space
An iron door opens inwards leaving behind an antartica of white cloud untrodden, ethereal. I walk out and onwards
If you sit and think of larks
waters rise and take you
bobbing to other shores
of daffodils in blue haze
amid mists of white doves
taking night flights.
You will float through cornfields,
so rich, rich, the deep earth
of ground gold,