Saturday, August 31, 2013

Night Decends - a poem

Slowly the sun seeps below the horizon,

bringing the dusky hoarseness of the day to an end.

Sultrily, dusk speaks to me in hushed tones.

"Close the day," he smoothly says,

"Slumber sweetly 'til the morn,

as new possibilities are on the morning horizon."

My eyes droop, but I do not sleep.

"What of this day?" I ask the dusk.

"My work is not finished."

As the dusk, now darkness warmly embraces me he says,

"Today is but a glimpse of what is possible - do not fret . . ."

he whispers quietly.

"But . . ." I begin.

"Shh, close your eyes and slumber," coos the night,

"Sweet dreams."

As the night softly caresses me and tucks me in,

I gently dream of tomorrow's possibilities

and the dawn of a new day.

Copyright (c)   2013   Suzannah Wolf Walker   all rights reserved

Dawns the Day - a poem

The sun rises for today.

What possibilities exist?

As the sun beams hit the earth,

the world comes alive

just as my heart rises to

receive those hearty beams,

warming me and leaving a wondrous glow.

I reach high for the possibilities;

all in the dawn of day.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Morning Mist - a poem

painting by Claude Monet

Early morning mist

Melts above the water

The light,  just beginning to enter

Between the cracks of trees

Entrenches upon the lake

Just as the light enters the mind

Slowly, at first, it seeps

Through the cracks of despair

From the black, midnight hue

To form a milky, purple color

At last, the morning rises

Copyright (c)  2013   Suzannah Wolf Walker    all rights reserved

Friday, August 23, 2013

One Day - a poem

Perhaps one day

what I have to say

will be of some importance;

and, then again, may be not.

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Island Musings - a poem

U.S. Virgin Islands

There is something romantic about the islands

The crystal clear water lapping gently onto the shore

The lazy, laid-back lifestyle; no hurry; manana; tomorrow

The sun shining in the azur sky; each day a beauty to behold

The flower blossoms so fragrant and colorful grace the landscape

A blossom placed behind the ear, frames a lovely face beaming in the sun

Hands held close on an endless walk along the beach

Looking into eyes reflecting the warm waters of the sea

A long, lingering kiss . . .

Copyright (c)  2013   Suzannah Wolf Walker   all rights reserved

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Girl with a Pearl Earring and poem

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Jan Vermeer 1665
Mauritshuis Museum, The Netherlands

For hundreds of years staring
out from your canvas

What do you see?  Who do you know?
You seem to know, to recognize

The person you watch so beguilingly;
is he your love?

Is that why you look so longingly
out upon the world?

Wishing to step out of your canvas
to embrace him?

However, enclosed in your frame, you cannot escape
the artist's canvas prison.

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker   all rights reserved

Saturday, August 17, 2013

A Monet painting and haiku

Blue waterlilies by Claude Monet

                                              Water lilies float

                                    Catching light on blue waters

                                         Here - my blue heaven


 Copyright (c)   2013   Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved

Friday, August 16, 2013

Another Monet Painting

Claude Monet, Impressionism
Monet's first impressionist painting

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Flowers and a Monet painting

Claude Monet's own garden at Giverney

Nature is so soothing to the soul that I find myself out in nature as much as I can.  To walk through fields of wild flowers or to visit botanical gardens and to be engulfed in the lushness of flowers is just about the best activity in the world for me.

I have enjoyed the beauty of flowers ever since I had to make a wildflower collection for my high school biology class.  My interest in flowers was inspired by that project and I have had a love of flowers all my life.  

Flowers and their delicacy are amazing to me, yet they have a strength to maintain themselves outside in nature.  Each petal, leaf and stem is so interesting to examine and explore.

The artist that I have always felt captured the beauty and delicacy of flowers the best is the French impressionist painter, Claude Monet.  Naturally, living in southern France, he was able to capture the exquisite beauty of flowers. Here is one of his lovely paintings of a flower garden.   In the bleak, snowy, gray days of winter, I only have to look at this or one of his other garden paintings to be whisked back to southern France and smell the fragrance of the flowers.

Flowers are beautiful, but to be able to capture their beauty on a canvas is a talent beyond compare.  Claude Monet' talent does this.  

I hope you enjoy this painting, by Monet, as much as I do.  

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah W. Walker  all rights reserved

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Courage - What is it?

Courage is something we all want to have and hope that when challenged, we will respond with the appropriate courage.  But, what is courage?  

It does not have to be some big event like saving a person from a fire in their home.  It does not have to be snow skiing that black diamond run in the Austrian alps.  It does not have to be going out and ice skating that final performance after falling in a previous performance.  

Although, doing the before mentioned does take courage and determination, sometimes courage is just getting up and facing the new day.  Sometimes, it is just going to bed at night with the thought I will try again tomorrow.  

Success rarely comes overnight.  It takes time and energy and just getting up and facing the new day.  Just getting through the day can be a great success. And having the  courage to face tomorrow is sometimes greater than that snow ski run down a black diamond run.

Have courage to face tomorrow!

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker   all rights reserved

Monday, August 12, 2013

Morning - an haiku

Misty morning gray

Rainbow over water stretch

Reflect on water

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Friday, August 9, 2013

Headless Statue - a poem

From the ages past, now cemented to the entrance gate

What can you tell us of days gone by?

Oh, beautiful carved statue from antiquity

What would your gods say?

Tell us your secrets, draped so lovely in dress and filmy gauze

Princess or goddess?

Standing vigil daily at your gate

Headless, your secrets remain forever. . . .

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Weep Not - a poem

Sweet Angel, do not despair

Light surrounds you in your darkness

As a halo surrounds your head

Weep not

For your heart will be illuminated

Your tears will dry

And the grace of God will lead your way.

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Crazy Love - a poem

Your kisses tingle along my neck

I am transported to your garden of  love

Your strong arms caress my skin and body

I feel your moist skin as I caress your face

Once more your love fills my void

I feel your passion so deep and strong

Our hearts conjoined in one strong climax - oh!

Brrrrrr  iiiiinnnng!

The alarm clock rings again, bringing me back to reality.

Copyright 2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker   all rights reserved

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Captiva - a poem

At day's end

Small, soft waves gently push ashore

As the hazy sun spreads warm across the sea

The grass, nature's natural border to the water

A lone walker looks out to the horizon

Gently smudged across the water

A lone vessel bobbles on the ripples of the waves

Its work or pleasure done for the day

Peacefully the day ends

Quietly, in hushed tones

It bids 'good day'

Before the sun sets and drops behind the horizon

Closing another Captiva day.

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved

Sunday, August 4, 2013


What is a monoku, you ask?  It is a one line poem ~ a variation on the Japanese haiku written in English.  It is one line of seventeen syllables or less and the first word of the line is not capitalized and is written in lower case.

It is the most economical and shortest poem I know of.  It usually contains a caesura (a pause) that is dictated by sense or speech rhythm with little or no punctuation.  It became popular in the 1970's when many world-wide poets began to write them.  

Some examples:

an icicle -- a moon drifting through it  ~ Marlene Mountain

listen to the pause - silence is golden ~

she knew of longing - this dream of love, alone ~ Jack Jordan, Poetry Soup

Here are some of my monoku:

snow capped mountains protective arms ~ suzette walker

grass threading reaching for the sunlight ~ suzette walker

cups full of sunshine calla lilies breath ~ suzette walker

Copyright (c)  2013  Suzannah Wolf Walker  all rights reserved