Beauty Marks
Silent Nouns
In the meadow far from home lies a force of which I’ve known. Deep inside the seeds of grace. Blooms the heavenly color’s face. Yellows strong and greens with depth. This graceful field, the silence left. As though a concert stilled its players. As they listened through the air. Then they played the music after. Frolicking notes alive so clear. The force of nature spoke the rhythm. Colors strong brought forth their light. The silence opened up this message. Vibrations felt Across this flight. Musicians want to play their music. They are helped from wonders found. In a meadow grown with flowers. Twists of light. Turned silent nouns. All rights reserved Susy Kamber
2022
Other
Poetic
Flower Vase (Winter)
Not for water does the dream come true. Unless as it falls the sky turns blue. So far to stare within its depth. I gaze into the things it left. Against the earth. The blue cascade. Of blowing drops. So sweet now made. A voice pronounced in verb and rhymes. The time now ripe. Steps into my mind. For all is blue. My heart now sees. A blue tinged sky in front of me.
2021
Other
Poetic
Beauty Marks
Stand in line. Get them at the beauty mark line. An assemblage of notations. Written down pieces of your life. On your face, on your back, your breasts. Maybe you’ll walk a certain way after. Into a library filled with other thoughts. Sit down and read them. Take a few books home and cry. The others stood on the same line. They read the same books. They have the same beauty marks. They ARE beauty marks you know. I meant to show you what that means. So dry your eyes. Listen up. A mark of beauty means endurance. It means not quitting. It means you might tear your guts out in that effort. Take a bow, my fellow beauty marks I love you.
2022
Other
