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Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
Grey skies
hanging heavy
winter calls
as the wind howls
through secret gaps
in the window frames

The day has become
like our passing years
not bright enough
a little harsh
and willing to leave us cold

Life has not been kind
we deserve so much more
but still
we hang in there
wounded soldiers
learning to lay our weapons low
time teaching us
there is more to life
than waging war

This day
this beautiful moment
is all that matters
to be sitting here with you
a glowing fire
warm soup
loving food
while we talk and laugh
of the days gone
days to come
grand illusions of the world
and all those things
we now understand

Sympathy
is all that matters
revealing
knowing
sharing
serving each other
with simplicity
our souls nourished
by the healing soup of life
This was written some time ago  for my blog about a warm cosy moment with a cousin of mine.  The soup, I discovered completely healed by skin from a chronic dry skin condition.  If you have any serious dry skin problems or know anyone who does, you might find what I had to say after the poem of some help.  And the recipe is included! -->  https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/soup-of-life/  Even if it just helps one person it will be worth a mention.
Suzy Hazelwood May 2015
An open book
glowing white page
ink enticing
seducing me...
“speak”
Suzy Hazelwood Mar 2015
We speak of love
when we'll never know it
never touch the flesh or bone
we worship each other
in perfect words
fantasy whirling in our heads
making us dizzy with desire

You
never letting go
Me
holding you close
http://darcyellington.tumblr.com/post/74416954717/we-speak-of-love-when-well-never-know-it-never
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
I've been drowned
a wreck in the ocean
washed up
bruised
what seemed beyond repair
weakness stole me
strength claimed me back
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Like a dove
I land softly on shoulders
I'm kind in nature
generous in discernment


But cross me once
the suspect will be marked
cross me twice
and my friendship
will be no more


It's a waste of breath
for me to show
the extent of violation
worthless
to intend to destroy


I have no need
to action revenge
when a clown
can quite easily stumble
over their own stupidity


I won't lower myself
to the mire
when I can sit by fresh waters
and observe
the downfall
of a dumb mind
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Leaves are turning
slow but sure
losing their grip
all their chapters closing

Can’t help feeling
this was how
we faded too

But
there is always spring

The evidence
of the end
isn’t always true
Suzy Hazelwood Jan 2015
Truth
is not always welcome

but....

I'll say it anyway
I'll say it how it is
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
To relate to suffering
is to understand
the heart of the world
to write of it
becomes the union of humanity
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Before my eyes
it is fading
descending
dying

A world of weakness
has burst forth
transformation
has risen

And even if I choose
to look away
and pretend
refuse to acknowledge
what is
glacial voices
will whisper
behind my back
and affirm the change

My desire
is worthless
to wish for
the blooming of flowers
and the buzzing of bees
when all has moved on
without my consent

Everything is dying
because it must
slowly
receding
until winter
covers the falling
with it's long cold embrace
and consumes it all

And my days will be
as though
May till  September
had been a perfect
flawless
fantasy
If you're interested, you can hear me reading this on SoundCloud -> https://soundcloud.com/suzyhazelwood/until-winter-poetry
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
This is great website, and I've met some lovely writers, and I hope to I meet even more - but *** are all these preaching comments???

I've never met a writing place with so many unofficial spammy preachers!!!

I don't need ******* preaching at!!!

How do you know I need salvation - maybe I'm already saved - have you thought about that?  Or maybe I'm just a blind idiot in your opinion.  But either way your pointless unfriendly and ungodly manner has zero effect. You've never met me - you know nothing about me.  From now on anyone who spam comments and preaches on my work gets instantly blocked - use your energy elsewhere.

And here's another thought: what if what I write is called creative writing - heard of that before have you?  Not everything I write is about me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that.

Apologies to all the kindly beautiful writers on here - it takes a lot make me have a swearing rant, I guess I've just ruined my kind reputation.  Just had enough of the spam ****, and in my real life I NEVER tolerate idiots, and I won't here either.

I don't mind the mention of God as a personal view, I'm not God phobic, no problem with that, but just don't leave messages as though I know nothing and I need saving - I **** well don't.

Your sincerely
One very ******* writer
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2015
Every home
has a window
but walls
can hold so much

There are faces
never seen
voices unspoken

I see sky invade
shifting clouds to mirrors
sunbeams turn glass to jewels
homes are shining

But who sees through the gleam?
Who perceives beyond the wall?
Who knows the tales behind windows?
Written after a long illness, being aware of how the world was still moving outside my window when my life was feeling very still and weak, and no-one passing by knew what I was going through.  Made me wonder just how much suffering of all kinds goes on behind windows and closed doors - and no-one ever sees beyond the sunlight reflected in pretty windows.  There is so much we never see.

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