Susan Noyes Anderson » General Poetry

Zada: (def.) “The Lucky One”

admin — Thu, 17 May 2012 17:50:27 +0000

Paul Gaugin, The Meal

Zada was woman, "the lucky one."
She fed them from her rich, round bowl—
the milk of human kindness, poi of pain.

The young men waited—watched her shyly—
ate till she was hungry. Slyly
sliced her sweet fruit—supped again, again.

Vitellus

admin — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 16:47:30 +0000

Protected by the

dark, we cling

to blind security.

We’re yellow at

the center

egg whites of our

eyes won’t see.

Living pecks us.

Pecks away.

Peck peck peck pecks

us free.

Imagine our

surprise: the shells

are more fragile

than we.

Calypso Night

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 18:34:13 +0000

Wassily Kandinsky Red Spot II 1921

Listen as the rhythm

of a heated, humid day

meets the drumming of a

fevered, fertile night.

The sun and clouds have dropped

into the sea, simmered away;

now the voodoo moon is

rising, hot and bright.

A sultry dance of orchids

and hibiscus stirs the breeze,

as calypso pulses

magic through your veins.

Your heart beats into music;

passion takes you by degrees.

In the morning, only

memory remains.

First Blood

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:59:25 +0000

If you must cut me,

do the job with crystal.

Let ruby gemfire

lick (then burn)

your litany of

leavings

on my palm.

Take

down.

Triangulate your

heart into my

upturned hands.

Press firmly.

Draw first blood,

and don’t forget

the roses.

Biker Beware

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:24:49 +0000

image: epic mahoney

Don’t let the green grow

underneath your feet.

It could be grass, you know;

though eerie green’s been

seen to bode no good.

Ill wind can creep up

in the dark, raise hairs

along your glowing shin.

Don’t let it in.

Don’t let it

in.

(no phone booth

Superman tonight

just kryptonite)

No safety

here or there,

no safety

here

there.

Biker beware.

Nesting, Resting, and Heroes

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:16:57 +0000

Nesting in a tree,

resting on its roots,

red-caped superhero sporting

camouflage boots.

Hanging on a moment,

dangling in time,

soaking up the soft green sky scene,

fruit of the climb.

Face the future squarely, boy.

Grace it with the past.

Wield those superpowers wisely.

Let the sweetness last.

point of view

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 16:57:52 +0000

image by Sarolta Ban

she always made him small

it was her eyes

he blamed them, claimed they cut him

down to size

she said he lies

***

he never stood up tall

she had to rise

he made himself the beggar

her the prize

he said she lies

•••

(cue alibis)

Shifting Gears

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 16:38:23 +0000

photo by ParkeHarrison

When things aren’t breaking quite your way

and this world leaves you stuck,

crank it up.

When boredom eats up every day

as you slog through the muck,

crank it up.

When troubles quite confound you,

when the view turns grey around you,

when no marvel can astound you,

crank it up.

Seek no tropical vacation.

Rise above inane flirtation.

Drink no mind-numbing libation.

Crank it up.

Spout no multiple causation.

Amplify the expectation.

Ramp up your (i)machination.

Crank it up.

Word Verification Rant

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 16:26:57 +0000

Word verification is not my thing.

No added safety does it bring.

It only takes a lot of time

and makes commenting less sublime.

At first, I had it too, you know?

It took some nerve to let it go.

But others bloggers cheered me on,

and they were glad when it was gone.

The dreadful problems I had feared

without it, never once appeared.

No spam, no weirdos, no remorse…

just lots more comments! So, of course,

I did not turn it off in vain.

Word verification is a pain!

The Word Nymph Talks on Water

admin — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 16:14:21 +0000

Even turned to stone,

I can't stop talking.

Water-logged (and -lunged)

I burble on, blow

bubbles with my words

and watch them rising…

till every bit of heat

and hope is gone.

When I run out of air,

I bide my time.

But groups of letters still

clique in my brain.

They gather there,

await the resurrection…

ensure this drowning, too,

shall be in vain.