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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.  

 

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Truth – The Tree of Life

The trees know –
It’s their burden.

When the wind blows it shakes their limbs
Each branch clasps tightly to its leaves
While deep down in the cold earth
The trees have pushed their roots together
Attaching one to the other
Twisting and touching
As if little children huddling, hand in hand
for the safety found in the darkness
against a demon foe.

Don’t let go of what you believe
a hush of whispers chant to each of the trees –
There is always something coming
to try to shake you from your beliefs
to take you from your path –
Your thoughts torn to pieces
scattered to the winds –
if not standing with firm conviction
the tree will break,
lost forever to the unseen forces
that seek to claim it as their own.

Humanity is the tiny shoots
on an ancient tree –
with the promise of life
yet, not the guarantee.
Never give up, speaks one tree
turn to face the ugly facts –
Truth is dying all around
“Baal” is everywhere these days –
a demon god getting stronger
ignorance, depravity and greed –

Somewhere inside, you know this
Somewhere inside, you might fear the pain
Of standing up for a vision
A principle forged in perfection
then handed down through the ages.

Life can be brutal – unless the soul
Grows mighty
like the roots of the ancient tree –
Despite what others may display
the tree that remains alive and standing
is the one that held fast to it’s roots
as the winds of Baal blows through its leaves.
©Susan Morgan Bosler
March 15, 2011
I rarely give explanations about the poems I write because I want the reader to find their own idea of what is being depicted and what is internalized inside (themselves).

It is my belief that the culture has changed – and not entirely for the better – that the darknesses pitch is looming and growing stronger and it is the wise warrior spirit that sees the signs and works to hold back the tides of evil. Baal is a deity from many different ancient cultures that represents materialism, greed, self-aggrandizement, sexual debauchery, weather and ignorance. Oh yes, Baal-zebub – the god of the flies. (What do flies generally appreciate? – dung and excrement). What do you worship? It is up to each of us to solidify our beliefs and stay as grounded as possible in these difficult times, for it is the roots that bury themselves deep in the ground and hold tight to the good earth, that will save the tree (of life) despite the harsh winds that may blow.

Thank you for reading – Susan Morgan Bosler

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Unknown Artist

Autumn into Winter

 

In Autumn I look to find

The signs of love

Before the icy blue descends

foretelling

another long Winter’s season.

The leaves fall on still lake

Upon the water I view my face

Reflected In my eyes I see

The love you once held for me.

~~

There’s something about this time of year

When profound secrets find their way

From deep within a solemn soul

exposing

Cracks upon the armor worn

Through little tears and tiny lines

It’s hard to hide what isn’t there.

~~

 

Worry not of my seclusion

I spent it here, but not alone

Those memories take complete control

of long past years as they unfold

revealing

truths that I deny

that once, we were in love.

 

~~

© Susan Morgan Bosler ;  November 28, 2011

 

All Rights Reserved.  Please do not copy or reprint any part without the written approval of the writer.

 

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