Rhyme and Time
Ghost Flowers
The sun gave me flowers. Planted in a basket. Delicate and filled to the top. Ghost flowers awakened. Bringing colors of delight. “Splendid,” admires the sun. All kinds of flowers. Bell shaped and patterned as butterflies with white breaths and burnished bursts of opened seed. Sunlight touches flower light. So that I can see. Copyright © Susy Kamber
2025
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The Wind Touches Thee
There is a turquoise cloud inside every star every wind. The annals of everything always set to begin. My friends playing songs of reverie so true, Their vision of stars and wind becomes blu. Nascent beings are watching, All sisters and friends. To see us as gentle moments sitting together again. Our songs sung together in lyrical stance. The rhymes land in motions. Cascading upon branch. So too the mountains and rivers agree. Inside every star blows a wind touching thee. Like a petal in motion. The moment that rhymes. The essence of which creates meaning from time. Copyright © Susy Kamber
2025
Other
Rhyme and Time
In the sea. Pink petals. Why you go away? Leaving your pink in the waterway. Underneath the water turning almost blue. Pink in the water. The stillness of you. Never did go, Said the petals, Reply. The blue and the pink. So suddenly shy. Addressing their reticence. I spoke to the blue. Have you ever loved a rose? For rose time is true. Where would you go, I thought immediately to find? These roses of pleasure. Floating along rhyme and time. (Sing) Petals on top. The entelechy of nature. Twice a reflection. Blue and her pink. For to savor. Copyright © Susy Kamber
2025
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