Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Two Poems by Susan Dale


Sleepwalker at the edge of a cliff

To step back into an old familiar
I must lock up my restless heart
And vow I'll not develop the film
On my camera's restless recalls
Of breathless passions

Long weary of clocks
Tick-ticking backwards in time
And of yesterdays dry ghosts
Withering, crumbling

Weightless -- beating with wings for freedom
My soul with sail billowed
To ride turbulent tides of fear
Past security's shallow waters

And gamble everything
On tomorrow's turn of the wheel

Streams of Poems

From far off skies mellow with moonbeams
There was I swaddled on to a shooting star
And raced to a planet I felt throbbing with life

And burning in her race towards death
The star smoked into ash before she could tell me
That I was a moon child that once swam
In milky way streams foaming with the poems
I was carrying to earth

Lost, I wondered and wandered
Until a crescent moon gathered me up
In her pale shroud
She missed me her vagabond child
And sailed off with me across the night
And into the milky way streams
Of my bliss

The poems I dove into, I would swim with,
Splash amongst, and embrace
For all my days to come

Susan Dale's poems and fiction are on Kind of a Hurricane Press, Ken*Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue.  In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.  She has two published chapbooks on the internet:  Spaces Among Spaces by languageandculture.org and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressures.

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