Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Monday 26 May 2014

Down

The night is darker than the most bottomless
pit. In the shadows, sleek lizards slide
over strewn rocks and worms dig into the earth.

No lights bother the surface or reaches the rim.
A stain of ink can swallow all colours.
The moon rises and catches the ghosts by surprise.

The trees' outlines stretch over the lawn.
The wooden barn is now distinct among the pebbles.
No one has stepped among the brambles in years.

The silence is streaked with the night owl's tune.
Lonely crickets chirp among slender prairie grass.
Ivy overgrown attacks the walls.

If nobody claims the farm, in a few years,
the roof will cave in and the door will stick open.
hinges dislodged.

All the childhood memories,
the quiet meals,
will be forgotten.



©susanbauryrouchard

Tuesday 15 April 2014

In the Sidobre Mountains, Monts de Lacaune








Monday morning washing
the dark colours of the week,
take a peek into the neighbour's

garden, where the pool is still
hidden below tarpaulin muck
the brand newly born mosquitoes

fuzzing around in a cluster.
the cherry tree laden with leaves
and buds of fruit. Clear skies, blue.

The hedge needs trimming.

The daisies covering again
last week's mown grass.

Clean window sparkles bright

light. Spirits lifting in revolution
of stars, sun and spring.

Clothes dry in the warm breeze.

Peaceful silence of birds twitters.
Everyone back at theirs desks.

Tuesday morning will bring

new occupation, But I'll be
whiling the week away with words. 



©susanbauryrouchard

Sunday 13 April 2014

It's my Birthday and I'm going to make a cake…except I already have. My cake comes before my writing ! Oh , dear !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC_TYb_VOqs

one of my favourite songs.

and easter sculpture in my hometown village




Tuesday 8 April 2014

Spring in my garden

Monday 24 February 2014

Broken Calendar

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.



©susanbauryrouchard

Wednesday 5 February 2014

Computer Glinch

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.



©susanbauryrouchard

Monday 23 December 2013

Winter


The sun is out 
and even baby hedgehog
 is sniffing around
the compost heap.

in full light
in cosy coat
of Christmas
wishes and lore.

May souls soar
above the tree tops,
fan out and settle
once more.

Beside the fire
of inspiration, the twinkle
of the stars.


wishing you a Merry Christmas for you and your loved ones.



©susanbauryrouchard