my roses in the Dordogne on 26th May

reward is in the writing

Rejection and Reward (June 2009)

It was a spiffing bit of poetry.

Rhyming lines and bouncing

rhythms. It was about my wee

Alice who when just a babe,

bubbling bubbles would rock

herself to sleep.

Startling images and rich assonance

it held. Meaning seeped up

from colourful words, reverence

for darling daughter peeped

out from stanzas, beats and feet.

Oh woe that my reader should

reject this wonderful piece.

See what you're missing; if only

you could I shouted to the heavens

in Greece. Reward lies in the writing,

that's the feat !

©Susan Baury Rouchard

susan.rouchard@cegetel.net

writing buddy near Toulouse

Dear Fellow writers,

looking for writing buddies near Toulouse, FRANCE.
Welcome Marilyn.

http://glowwormcreative.blogspot.fr/

The deep by Billy Collins

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Billy-Collins-The-Deep-192133271.html

birds

A sparrow and a robin red-breast
bicker over a piece of bread
thrown onto the terrace
this morning.

Robin lurches at Sparrow.
Sparrow is content with his meal.
Why ? Other bits wait not far
away but Robin wants the catch
Sparrow is pecking at.

Beat of feathers, stab of beak.
Then they both fly away,
perch on the bush
and wait.

Blackbird pruning his dress
on the tallest branch
of the lime tree in the rain
swings down and seizes
a fat morsel. Ripping at the rim.

Robin and Sparrow swoop
back and fight again.
Two other sparrows share a bite.
All fly off to the bush

and watch the stage by the kitchen 
window. They enter one by one, two
by two to dance about the offerings.
A patter of feet, a ballet of wings
a battle of beaks.

©Susan Baury Rouchard

susan.rouchard@cegetel.net

Diane Setterfield

Currently reading The Thirteenth Tale..mesmerized and so fascinated that I would like to share.

The book and the author.

http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Diane-Setterfield/38679211

http://www.bookbrowse.com/biographies/index.cfm/author_number/1376/diane-setterfield

skies clearing up, the sun glancing a yellow hue

Bug in the Bath

There's a bug in the bath

scuttling on the tile

away from the light and gush of water.

It meanders on the pattern

of a pink and grey flower

following an invisible thread

in a labyrinth.

The steam rises and the feet clamber

then slip, plop into the water.

There pedals like a U-boat.

I scoop it up and land it lightly

on the bath mat.

The bug climbs, frantic

over hills and dales and finds

the cool floor. It sights a haven

in the recess under the pipes,

home of the spider.

Avoiding the predator's gulp,

the bug burrows into the safe earth.

Whence it comes. Wherever it goes.

©Susan Baury Rouchard

susan.rouchard@cegetel.net