Thursday, April 27, 2017

A Poet's Dilemma

I tried to write a poem but it wouldn’t come together
And I thought to myself, what on earth is the matter

I tried everyway I could to just get a rhyme
But nothing seem to work ,it just wouldn’t chime

Then I said to myself why should this be
In the past it has always come naturally

Frustrated and aggravated, I tucked it away
And for all I cared, that’s where it would stay

Then one day it came to me so very  clear
I’ve been writing  the wrong thing in my ear I could hear

I picked up the poem and I picked up the pen
I started writing the same poem all over again

Nothing seemed the same as it fell into place
I guess you could say it was a complete replace

The one thing I learned from this experience, you see
Is that a poem can be whatever it wants to be

You can’t make it up as you go along
It has to come to you or it’ll be all wrong

A poet’s dilemma is a rough road to walk
It takes words instead of action, and very little talk

As you can see with this one I’m not at my best
So I guess I can say, my mind’s taking a rest

© Susie Swanson, 2017

Yep, that's what I'm doing folks, taking a rest. It seems these days that's all I do is rest. I'm trying to rest my Adrenal Glands so they'll heal and my old worn out body for that matter. I'll be back soon as I'm able to visit with you all. Take care and God Bless!!

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Country Side

                                                   The roses of time
                                                    bloom around me today
                                                    the honeysuckle is prime
                                                    in its sweet, fragrant way

                                                    The wild rhododendron
                                                     is putting on a show
                                                     soon the ivy will come
                                                     the rhododendron will go

                                                     He loves me, he loves me not
                                                     the daisies are here
                                                     black-eyed Susie's hit the spot
                                                     and make my heart cheer

                                                     Blackberries are on track
                                                     plenty of blooms in sight
                                                     the whipporwills are back
                                                     I hear them every night

                                                     The turtle doves are soothing
                                                      to my heart there's no end
                                                      the red cardinals are singing
                                                      and being selfish again

                                                      I've been watching the creek
                                                      for wild ducks to swim
                                                      today I took a peek
                                                      I saw a woodpecker on a limb

                                                      My garden is green
                                                      a summer's bounty will be
                                                      tall sunflowers in between
                                                      the birds are waiting patiently

                                                      Each day I look around
                                                      there's so much to see
                                                      Soon the lightning bugs will abound
                                                      they're a treasure to me

                                                      Oh the beautiful country side
                                                       so much living I've done
                                                       to live elsewhere I've tried
                                                       there's no place like home

                                                          © Susie Swanson, 2017