Some of the things Susan says…

 

Did you Think I Was Waiting For You

I wasn’t waiting for you, by the window upstairs.No. My gaze was set on spring, on the sun, on the greenThat I know is coming – on the warmth that caresFor the blossoms and bees and butterflies.I wasn’t waiting for you, by the rocks on the shore.No. I was looking to...

So far so good

    It’s a warm August day and life’s about to start clocking our miles. Cut the cards and deal me in! I hear there’s an official timekeeper on the job. So far. So good.   Not certain if this will be imperial or metric, but we’re equally at home with...

Mary Margaret Klinkhammer

A rose like any other who In Dublin lived and Dublin died. Her life defined by place of birth And the space she occupied. A name that mesmerized. I heard if first over drinks A remembrance softly chanced In talk that doesn’t matter Recollections of lives that never...

What Chas Sees

I wonder what he’s seen that I will never gaze upon Across the rolling fields to mountain tops beyond In his mind’s eye, the colours bright and swirling The shapes, the shades, the black, the white Is it ever just that simple when he stares into the night Through...

Stepping Off The Cliff

This is second nature to me, this stepping into thin air Feeling nothing beneath your feet. No solid ground To hold you up, to banish all despair No. Nothing but space on every side – and up and down No hand holds, no parachute, no railings, no rope. A universe...

A Poem for Todd

  ‘Twas a hot summer day about mid-July When Santa stretched and let out a sigh. The elves has all left – gone to the beach And taken the booze – all but the Screech. So the jolly old fellow unscrewed the cap And after a swig, lay down for his nap. But he tossed...