ODE TO DIVORCE

ODE TO DIVORCE

by Susan Skommesa

1980

Marriage

Is an old bridge

Swaying ruthlessly

Between two weather eroded

Cuts of land

Old rope handles

Bitten into by the elements

Boards

Missing at intervals

Swallowed by the churning river below

Each bank

Wearing away

Loosening its grip on the bridge

Till finally

The bridge plunges to the rocks below

Leaving behind

Two broken cuts of land

THE SURFACE

THE SURFACE
by Susan Skommesa

4/17/09

The mirror welcomes

The world sees

The stranger knows...

The surface

The cheeks brushed

The eyes colored

The lips painted

the surface

The PC words

The polite air

The sweet smile

The surface

As long as I look good

And you think I am good...

I am good

The surface

THE TEXTURE OF RELAXATION

THE TEXTURE OF RELAXATION

by Susan Skommesa

10/11/09

The absence of the rat-race startles me

Stillness infiltrates every fiber of my being

Surprisingly, the stillness is teaming with life:

Trees whisper their dance across my attention

A tender cool breeze tickles my skin

Vibrant air pulls up deep releasing breaths from my core

A symphony of birds siphons off my tension

The majestic rise of mountains refires my creativity

Delightful creatures all around hold my curiosity

And by the end of the day...

As a swash of brilliant stars consumes the night sky

The chains of the city release their hold