Santillana del Mar, Cantábria, España

lundi 24 février 2014

Through the window unclean,
rays so bright fall on my page,
fingers prints uncouth. Lines, 
spatters of rain or from sponged
down effort of last Spring.

Broken calendar, swept away.
Discard the storms and keep
the sun. Old records pile up
the music cannot be thrown out.

Memories and happy years
constructing my being, brick
by brick.

©Susan Baury Rouchard

mercredi 5 février 2014

Computer glinch,
I lose my grip
on reality.
Connexion snapped
in the egg of sharing.

To fool fatality
I seize my fountain
pen and holler
to the wind and drizzle
outside my window,

For an opening
in the dark clouds, monuments
whose continents sail past
so fast on the edge
of the atmosphere.

Velocity closer
to an aeroplane's;
from my desk, they hardly
seem to budge. Taunting
my own immobility
as I grapple for words.

©Susan Baury Rouchard