Spring
Cotton Candy Clouds
An assembly of cotton candy clouds, a dispersed rainbow with water in a basin of time, all one needed to see heaven he thought, driving along a long country road. As he pulled over and rolled down his window he opened his eyes to the sight of something for the very first time. It was as lovely to him as a ripe dream, the kind you make up inside you and meet. The kind that when you awaken you remember all the details because somehow it really had occurred. The kind that beckoned his smile. Heaven isn’t as far away as he once thought gazing forward. Oh that day was one sight to see along the roadway. Taking in a deep breath he left the window rolled down, a moment or two longer. Getting out it was a whole new sensation for him. Walking along the side of the road he felt a sense of nostalgia that left him standing there wondering why. He kicked a few stones along the side of the road, picked one up and left it in his pocket for another day. The stone a way to remember it was all a matter of being in the moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the car drove off and all that he saw went with him. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Alicia Keys - De Novo Adagio
2025
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Abstract #41 :)
Hidden doorways into space. I think not hidden. so why would we suppose they are? Lost keys found, a change of mind, maybe all the things you find before you get there, that’s what’s hidden, perhaps. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - #41 · Dave Matthews Band
2025
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Spring
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth - Kahlil Gibran. Colors are not possessions; they are the intimate revelations of an energy field… They are light waves with mathematically precise lengths, and they are deep, resonant mysteries with boundless subjectivity. - Ellen Meloy, The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky Even a smile waits to burst open come spring. The wind is busy pulling and the green leaves fly to their destination. The butterflies arrive, the moss is touched and the songs begin. Oh to speak of spring is like opening your eyes in wonder. I wait. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Dave Matthews Band - Two Step (Live from Central Park)
2025
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