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  Jan 2021 Susy Kamber
ThatBrokenOne
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Shared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?
  Oct 2020 Susy Kamber
mikarae
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
acrylic affirmations and watercolor whispers
Susy Kamber Oct 2020
The sound of the leaves written primarily by trees.
As such was the beauty heard plainly with ease.
Up mountains, round rivers.
A song for the birds.
For the people that fly there.
Across valleys was heard.
Now what be the mention of this, you may wonder,
Alone to unravel the blur from down under.
A song can be sung from the language of trees.
I heard in the sky and then carried to thee.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
Filled flowers found on a hillside.
Absolute containment spread out freely.
As though one had finally realized how to venture that love is within.
Sweet the day heads into the night.
As laughter rolls down the curves of the earth and raindrops touch each other in their reflections.
Oh that the night may blush at the day.
The wonders of both.
Forever I say.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
A dress with a conversation inside. Take for instance a bright sunny day and a perfect dress is chosen for that day. I think I’d choose a soft blue one with white ruffles midway, empire waist style. Little flowers in the fabric and nothing else because it would look pretty enough to catch the light as I step out the door. On a bright sunny day a dress probably feels downright cheery, when it goes outside. The last time this dress was worn it had picked up all the scents of the day. If you held it real close you would for sure notice. I remembered it smelled of many flowers and the fruit stand I walked by early on. The peachy smell was there along with an earthy scent because I was eating one of the peaches when you walked by. Do people make a scent that attaches to their clothes, I know they do if you get real close to them, but I was just out there with a drippy peach and wiping it off the flowers on my dress and I looked up that way and caught your eyes. I really don’t know how you got in my dress, but you did.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
Susy Kamber Sep 2020
Writers choose pens that are inked with words.
The color of ink might be a peach colored verb.
The adverb joins in with a red that is flashy.
The prose is beginning to read somewhat ******.
The noun is thinking to mellow this down,
But the writer wants more from what has been found.
An adjective presents with its green colored hue.
Then gold trickles in making the vivid story true.
Yes, writers choose pens and words choose colors.
Stories then written,
For us and for others.
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Ekphrastic Poetry Explores Art
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