Rain On Me
A Fleur Being
the wind brought paint. the sky her water. a paintbrush on hand. the flowers from under, all the trees in full delight. rustling their leaves. in movements so bright. then forward she ventures. along with her muse. her footsteps are patterns. of which she does choose. to dance this young painter. in water awash. she becomes a fleur being. a flower to touch. her muse is in wonder. from this moment he sees. a beautiful flowering portrait to seize. ahhh, is his voice and soft in his manner. her paintbrush now his, they dance with together. under mounds of deep leaves. the light awaits time. the leaves as a blanket. and sunshine as rhyme. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Gonna Fly Now - Theme From “Rocky” - Bill Conti
2025
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Colorings and Coincidences
Everyone is coloring, it’s hard to see sometimes, but everyone is. You can see coloring in reflections or outright pictures. Time stamps or light bulbs turned off. Even the invisible around the corner. The colorings and coincidences made and never quite understood. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Bird Gerhl (Live) Antony and tge Johnson & ANOHNI This reads like a meditation on how everyone leaves traces, even when they think they’re unseen. “Everyone is coloring” Coloring here feels metaphorical—each person is adding tone, influence, or meaning to the world simply by existing. It suggests agency, whether intentional or not. “It’s hard to see sometimes” Not all influence is obvious. Much of what people add is subtle, layered, or obscured by noise and distraction. “You can see coloring in reflections or outright pictures” Some truths appear indirectly—reflections, mirrors, photographs, memories—while others are blatant and documented. This contrasts perception versus proof. “Time stamps or light bulbs turned off” These are quiet markers of presence and absence. A timestamp proves something happened; a darkened bulb shows someone was once there. Evidence without explanation. “Even the invisible around the corner” There’s acknowledgment of what we sense but cannot yet see—anticipation, intuition, unseen consequences. “The colorings and coincidences made and never quite understood” Meaning accumulates unintentionally. Patterns form without full awareness. Life creates intersections that feel purposeful but resist complete interpretation. Overall The passage suggests that nothing is neutral—everyone alters the world in small, often unrecognized ways. Meaning is created constantly, but understanding lags behind creation. It’s reflective, slightly mysterious, and gently existential, accepting that full clarity may never arrive—and that’s part of the human condition.
2025
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Rain On Me
Tracings of fields parted and pulled back. A pathway to wander. My hand does the same to my hair. Softly alluding to the curls. Flowers might occur in that field or a ribboned barrette to blow open. The wind becomes entwined in both. A discourse catching streams of light. Golden brown sits on top of the earth aroused. Twenty thousand waves approach the fragrance of this place. The entire field becomes an expression of rapture. Twinkling lights arising as the wind catches their shapes into a newly created form. Rain on me, she sighs. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Nils Frahm - Amber (CMusic)
2025
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