Poetry ~ Dangling Hearts

Like the cords of my headphones,
my heart is tangled in knots.

My fingers fumble
to unravel and untwist. 
Why must the knots persist?

With each tug, the knots tighten.
With each twist, more knots appear.

Knots of frustration,

I surrender.
Because I know to untangle,
I must let go of the knots

Poetry ~ Mistress of the Realm

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Art by Sue Viseth

Mistress of the Realm

I am the one who hangs the moon
and shifts the seas and sand.
I place the stars upon the sky,
they ‘light’ at my command.

I create the ‘other-worlds’
with mountains stretching tall
and deep upon the ocean floor
my mermaids come to call.

I fly upon the dragon’s back
breathing fire through the air
and land beyond my castle moor
~ enter if you dare!

I scatter seeds upon the ground
where forests grow anew.
I stretch and twist ~ distort my world
to suit my point of view.

I strike my wand upon my throne
and cast the tyrants out
one by one or all at once
their bones are tossed about.

And if by chance I have regrets
and wither from my plight
I conjure up a magic spell
and burn the cauldron bright!

I am the mistress of my realm
beyond this earthly sphere
a land of myth and magic
in which I disappear.

Poetry: Never Was

I was inspired to write this poem after hearing the words, “I wanted so much for us.” The man saying those words was Albert Einstein as he cried and said goodbye to his two young sons and his wife as they boarded a train for Switzerland. The tears of the children, the wife, and Albert reminded me of a  time in my life many years ago; a tearful goodbye.

This poem is for all those who have suffered the loss of a dream, of a future that never was.

I wanted so much for us,
a future
that never came

a long life of love and laughter
that never was

I wanted so much for us,
children and memories made
photographs and scrapbooks

a life like our parents
or the life they portrayed

I wanted so much for us,
to grow old together on the porch
rocking in our chairs

to hold hands
as our eyes and hair turned gray

I wanted so much for us,
to say in those late years
ah, what a love we’ve shared”

I wanted so much for us,
that never was
and never came

Poetry: Forever Free

come with me, out to sea
only there can we be free

do not despair, let out your air
float with me, inside the sea

take my hand, for what we stand
in love and loss, this is our cost

swallow deep, the salty sea
drink it up, and sink with me

one last breath, one last look
upon the love, whose life I took

out to sea, forever free
my love and me


Note: I wrote this poem about characters in my first novel. The lovers are trapped in a hurricane on a barrier island in the south.

Monday Musings ~ The Path

I wrote this poem in an 18th-century British voice because, honestly, that’s how it came to me. It’s the story of a young girl’s spiritual journey.  She seeks answers from the moon goddess. The moon goddess encourages her to trust the path; trust that life unfolds as intended.
The Path

nary, nary, I dare not tarry to find my own way home
through the wood and bramble berry, I walk this path alone

upon the stars, my eyes do linger
and to the moon, I stretch a finger

and call upon the goddess above
to light a path of truth and love

high aloft a zephyr blows
and the goddess speaks of all she knows

oh darling, darling, daring girl
who dares to step beyond her world

to truth and love each path does lead
each path a lesson in which to heed

walk in the knowing as life unfolds
each truth revealed, avows your soul

your mortal life, confined to seasons
live it fully, search not for reasons

march on dear girl, through wood and berry
trust the way, lest you tarry

Poetry By Sue

Friday Features ~ Reversal of Rehearsal

This is the second poem inspired by the life of Elie Wiesel, and his renowned book, Night. You can find my first post and poem on Elie Wiesel here.

Wiesel was a teenager in 1944 when he and  his family were taken to Auschwitz. He was the only member of his family to survive the  holocaust. Wiesel was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986 for his lifelong work for human rights and serving as a “messenger to mankind.” His message –  “let us never forget.

In this poem, “Reversal of Rehearsal”, the term rehearsal is a metaphor for our collective history. The message: unless we study and learn from history we are destined to act out the same scenes over and over.  If the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, I fear for humanity.

This poem is dedicated to Elie Wiesel that we may all “wake up”, learn from history, and never forget.

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’twas a reversal of rehearsal
from the end, we’ve begun
working backward to the beginning
of the history we have spun

we’re dazed and confused
as the play hits rewind
our minds falling backward
spinning deeper into time

history is unraveling
as the years are reviewed
war and injustice
coming clearly into view

what’s the point of this journey
to where it all began
we look to the heavens
to hear the master plan

listen up dear mortals
history can be replayed
but it must be understood
or mistakes will be remade

the past is your portal
to a future you could save
pay attention to the lessons
history teaches from the grave

fast-forward to the present
where true power is displayed
with each and every moment
you make history upon the stage

choose wisely my dear mortals
as you act out your play
or the show will soon be over
with no rehearsal of doomsday

Poetry By Sue

Friday Features ~ Dutiful Things

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dutiful things arise
accept them with grace
receive what is offered
and set your own pace

no order is needed
no list long and wide
such dutiful things
in time they abide

glide through the day
with laughter and glee
finish dutiful things
and you are set free

say grace and give thanks
for all the abundance
look around and take note
of all the redundance

blessed is this life
filled with dutiful things
of which to be mindful
for the calming they bring

take leave of your mind
and return to your tasks
such dutiful things
in the moment you bask

now, sleep in the knowing
of all that’s been done
more dutiful things
will arise with the sun

Poetry By Sue

 Friday Features ~ “NIGHT” by Elie Wiesel

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The world lost a great humanitarian this month. Elie Wiesel died on July 2, 2016. He was 87 years old.  He entrusted us with his legacy and we must never forget.

I knew of Eli Wiesel, Nobel Peace Prize Laureate, a survivor of Auschwitz,  author and humanitarian, but I confess I had not read his most notable memoir, Night. I read his book this week, in one sitting. The most recent edition is 120 pages and is a new translation in English by his wife, Marion Wiesel.

I cried through the entire book.  I had to find a box of tissue before I finished the preface, which read in part,

“If in my lifetime I was to write only one book, this would be the one….Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness, the immense, terrifying madness that had erupted in history and in the conscious of mankind?” ~ Wiesel

My heart still aches having read of the atrocities he witnessed and endured as a teenager in the concentration camps during World War II. I can’t imagine a world where such things happen, where humans inflict so much suffering on their fellow man. And yet this is our world – humanity’s history.  Night, is Wiesel’s legacy and a reminder to the human race of our potential for great evil, and great good.

“Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.” ~ Wiesel

We must all ask ourselves how we can best serve humanity.  Because as Elie so eloquently stated when he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize:

“There is so much to be done, there is so much that can be done. One person of integrity can make a difference, a difference of life and death….Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.” ~ Wiesel

After reading Elie Wiesel’s book I was inspired to write this poem, Rise Up in Love.

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do you hear the wailing cries of humanity
echoing through time and past atrocities?

have we lost our minds? we must not lose our hearts
when consumed with fear, humanity comes apart

our hearts know our true selves
love is where the heart dwells

we must quiet our minds and be still
and listen to our beloved’s goodwill

hear the call of our beloved proclaim
rise up in love for your neighbor without blame

rise up in service to humanity; we are all one
never forget; there is much to be done!

Poetry By Sue

Monday Musing ~ A Sonnet for Humanity

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May I live as I believe and be free?
A simple life of authenticity,
of what I believe, you need not agree.
I can live with vulnerability.

I know my truth; my lessons learned and sought.
For each seeker, there is a path to reach,
a spiral staircase of wisdom’s thoughts, 
an open heart and open mind they teach.

Yet, until we can see humanity
in all of those we love and revile,
we sleep through this life of insanity
immersed in our nightmare all the while.

We must learn to love and see, within each,
I am you, and you are another me.

Poetry By Sue