For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

With bright spring flowers bursting with color

The sweet smells of young nature

The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love

While I am the common girl

 Who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

 Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

Leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.  

 

Storm Clouds

Storm Clouds

It rained the day you died
I wasn’t there
I had to find an almanac
To figure out
What your last day was like
But I knew without knowing
It rained.

Did you think of me?
Our happy times together
Our yelling
Our purring
The soft sounds of night’s sweet music
My silent tears,
A salty rain.

Storm clouds are blowing in
I sit by the window
To stare at the world outside
To roam the world within me
To pull you forward in my thoughts
It’s all mixed up with days upon days,
But, I know – It is the water, it is the rain
That brings you to me.

That night at the beach
Our first time
Water was everywhere
The ocean slamming against the shore
Rain falling on our car
In a cascade of frenzied lust –

The thirst –
Our lips wet
Warm
Sweet
The drill of desire and passion sweeps
Tangled up in arms and legs
The reclining seat as our sweat infused
The rain continued to fall.

Pisces dear Pisces
It was the water
In which we drowned
Love’s passionate redress
That holds our memories
Each time the clouds coalesce
Your spirit comes to me
We are again, alone
On that beach
Finding love for the first time
Through salty tears,
I remember.

© Susan Morgan Bosler
February 22, 2013

Doing Time With Unicorns

Doing Time With Unicorns

Time to step back from this table

Been bending crayons against these papers

Hours and hours floating away

In lovely dreams and fairy tales

My fingers and toes ache to stretch a bit

Out my door and down the road

There’s a lady on her knees in her garden

Caspia  and Tritonia petals smiling

Pulling weeds to make it perfect

Not so different she and I

I understand her need to please.

I pull a smoke out from the pack in my pocket

Strike a match then the flame

The air fills with floral swirls

The whirls change into forgotten shadows

 Deep dark memories return to haunt

Not finding peace here just yet

Not finding why I have to, just yet.

Throw down the smoke and grind it into the dirt

Head on back to my tiny space

A covered camp without any trace

The love we had is finally asleep

Don’t wake it up, let it dream.

Alone is where I need to flee

Among the ashes of what used to be

Until tomorrow arrives with renewed luck

I’ll be here drawing rainbows

Doing time with the unicorns and fables

Under cloudless, starless skies –

Alone is where I need to be.

©Susan Morgan Bosler, November 18, 2012, All Rights Reserved

Fly Away

Fly Away

 

So she says . . .

At the top of the world

Where the sun never sets

There’s no night

To gather up my dreams

At the bottom of the world

Where the moon’s at the horizon

There’s no way to find you –

~

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to take a hold of you

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be more of you –

~

Copying your face over and over again

Pencil and pen, over and over again

I want to sculpt your hand so I could hold it now and then

I want to feel your heart so I could hear it beat

As I lay upon your chest, and you breathe, and I breathe

You in –

 

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to be with you now

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be a way some how

For us to simply fly away?

~

You’re always in my dreams

I’d like to take a hold of you

You’re always in my thoughts

Why can’t there be more of you –

~

The sun will never set

The moon will never rise

There’s got to be a day when

My dreams of you come to pass

There’s got to be a night when

We’re together at last

At last; At last; At last

We’re together at last and then,

We fly away.

 

 

© Susan Morgan Bolser, Lyrics.   2012.  All Rights Reserved.

September 13, 2012

Haikus for a Sunday

Nelumbo nucifera Bahasa Indonesia: Seroja (Nelumbo nucifera) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haikus for a Sunday

Notes Joyous Dancing

The reed plays through times course

Bamboo harmony

~

Small yellow bird has flown

Empty now the master’s cage

Broken is his heart

~

Lotus flower floating past

Nighttime hides its petals pink

Sunlight comes to share

~

Gold and orange leaves

Old weeping tree sweeps the earth

Years travel so slow

~

Laughter of the doves

Making love upon the roof

I can remember

~

©Susan Morgan Bosler

August 26, 2012

~

Today, one of my guides named Lotus Flower visited me in my mediation.  This is what she left behind for me to share.

 

 

 

 

For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

with bright spring flowers bursting with color

the sweet smells of young nature

the soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love, Eros

While I am the common girl, Psyche

who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012 – All Rights Reserved.  Please do not reprint without the permission of the author.  Thank you.

Beloved Apostle

 

Beloved Apostle

~

Mary, Mary
you were anything but weak
Mary, Mary
you were strong
yet, you cried at his feet.
Behind the tears
lives the truth we never speak
behind the love
lives the beauty of his deeds.

~

Mary, Mary
beloved by the man
Mary, Mary
the only one to understand.
Mary, Mary
you took a secret to your grave,
After the passion
a life we never seek
behind the love
was there a child of his seed?

~

Mary, Mary
where did you go?
Mary, Mary
why was your story never told?
You knew his nature
loved him from the start
You knew the truth
you saw the beauty of his heart.
Between the lines
lives the part they overlooked
Beyond your love
lives the message of the book.

~

(c} Susan Morgan Bosler
July 10, 2012

All Rights Reserved.

Ange de la mort

Angel of Greif (Photo credit: ZTW1)

Ange de la mort

Tu m’aime?

 

Death, my jealous lover

How did I miss

Your amorous intentions

Everyone, lovers and friends

Have quietly been dispatched by you

Leaving me waiting

Alone with unspeakable desire

To know you better at last.

How far must you travel each day

It’s no wonder, that you seem humorless.

Yet, what else can this be

But a practical joke

You have been playing on me?

~

How shall we meet?

When the clock strikes two

In the witching hour

As souls teeter on the brink

Between the setting and the rising suns

How you keep me waiting

Dressed here, in my black costumes

Which you have forced me to wear

Too many times.

~

Strange, how I feel calm

By your advances

Death

Are you cold or warm to the touch?

Will you tap my shoulder, gingerly?

Or claim me with eagerness

As you lift me up with your stalwart arms

Embracing me with your desire.

Shall you call my name or whisper it

As I lay sleeping and lost in dreams?

Will I feel your lips upon mine

As the breath leaves my body?

~

There comes a moment in life

When one must resolve

Her relationship with you.

What shall we call this?

A foregone conclusion

An entanglement

A flirtation

A feud

A war

An engagement

That shall not be broken?

Death, Death

What am I to you?

Why do you haunt my life?

Please, I ask of you,

Be tardy in your arrival

Do keep me waiting

For I have so much more to do.

~~

(Angel of Death – Do you love me?)

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler, June 24, 2012  All Rights Reserved.

Temporal Dash – Screw Enstein

 

Screw Einstein

Neutrinos may move faster than years of light

It’s all messed up

It all comes down to me –

I’m running toward

Something

That has no name

It is unknown, untamed

Filled with either everything

Or perhaps, as nihilists proclaim

 Nothing!

Agitate, don’t moderate

Get going before it’s too late.

I’m running faster

As time has become

An aggressive taskmaster

It was generous at first

Now, it seems unconcerned

It doesn’t hold me in esteem

It insists that I must catch up

Has this race been fixed?

Only time will triumph

The forfeit’s on me

It seems that the finish line

Once so distant

Is moving toward me

How can this be?

Einstein’s bending space

Undulating

Curving

Stealing moments all the time

Makes me think –

Is the ticking clock

Just time’s heartbeat?

This Universe and I are not in sync.

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler May 11, 2012   All Rights Reserved.

Rebel, Just Because

 

Rebel, Just Because

 

The guy with the wild beard

Sitting in the corner

Drinking coffee

Eating pie

Reading Marx with practiced sighs

Turned down corners of his lips

His Social-ism mask

In full disguise

A useful idiot

Born to cry

 

“I bet,” thought the waitress, “he doesn’t tip.”

I’m sure he has not bathed in a bit

What is it about him that beckons me?

There’s a devil hiding in his tight jeans

I bet I could revolutionize him without a fight

Consider comrade

Let us unite

Tonight.

 

Failing her only college class

She calls him “Trotsky” by mistake

His real name is unknown

She would rather not be alone

He grabs a fag

She hands him a flame

He swallows smoke

Blowing out some rings

Eye to eye they align

Politicos without spine

Then he turns

Another page

Magnificent Manifesto

Sensually Sublime.

 

His eyes are black

Hers are green

He thinks,

He pretends

He schemes

While within his private thoughts

He starts to wander

To here and there –

Oh dear waitress,

Not quite bourgeoisie

How you plainly need to be free

So repressed in your polyester dress

He can feel

This is real

She lives to serve –

More coffee Miss

Have you guessed?

A revolution can begin

With just one kiss.

 

Now this is true,

When all was said and done

Few came to Marx’s wake

Every college student knows

He’s only good

For picking up dates

In coffee houses

Late at night

When the air is calm

When hope alights.

 

Now this is his secret,

Kerouac is his real Saint

As he lives to be

Complicated

So deep

He really is

Completely “beat”

Beautific dreams

Free Love

The faux Marxist preaches

From his naugahyde seat.

 

Later –

She giggles as he tickles her feet

Without much effort,

He’s become her slave

While, good Old Marx is turning in his grave

But Kerouac is forever flying free

Forever riding down the streets

Eagerly crawling between the sheets

On the Road – or

Some place neat

Daddy-O, Daddy-O, Daddy-Go.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler, May 20, 2012 All Rights Reserved

2012