We’ve reached the homestretch of the blogging challenge. I am not a poet or claim to be one, but poetry has been an outlet for my feelings, and I will share a few with you.


Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places we cannot even say
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been
turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all right.


I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.

I’ll stay inside with the misfits.

The ones who prefer books

that grab you with their hooks.

The fire is getting low

as the strong winds begin to blow.

I snuggle farther beneath the covers

as I read about murders and lovers.


A rare commodity is solitude.

It can be easily misunderstood.

To be all alone with no one else around.

You can do this in the air or on the ground.

You can sail off in the blue sea,

Or hop on a plane without me.

We can all use some time alone

Without T.V. or telephone.

Time to think about your goal.

You will come back feeling whole.

A Darkness To My Soul

The black abyss grabs hold,

Taking me to its soul.

Reflections of hell and beyond,

Pushing me deep and far.

Away from the light of day,

I have no need to pray.

Take me to the bottom,

Where no human has tread.

Away from humanity and light,

I have made my dark bed.


Puffy clouds appear far and few

In the aqua sky, so brand new.

I sink deeper into the white sand,

My heart beats like a marching band.

If I close my eyes tight,

will I see paradise this night?

It takes me back to the time

When everything had been fine.

Fantasy, I beseech thee.

Return me so I can roam free.

Take me back to the shore.

Where I’d been happy before.


Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers as they

Glide across the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

And land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.


Look to the glowing skies,

Magic before my eyes.

Snow flutters to the ground

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white,

So pretty and so bright.

I hope it can remain this way,

A blanket for one more day.

Thank you for joining me as I shared a sample of my poetry. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed composing them.

10 thoughts on “#RRBC 30-DAY #BLOGGING CHALLENGE DAY 29

  1. donnamanobianco February 1, 2023 / 12:07 pm

    Hi Susanne! Your words are deep, meaningful and touching. We all go through times where we feel we’ve either lost something or some opportunity we’ve always longed for. Sometimes it can be lost time and we worry that we’re running out of it. Maybe we feel we’ve lost ourselves somewhere along the way. Maybe there won’t be another lovely day for us to frolic in the sunshine and we’re left shivering to our core… Suzanne, you have a way of reaching into each person’s shadow and grabbing us! I really enjoyed this post! : )

    Best wishes,
    Donna M. Atwood
    D. M. Atwood

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    • Susanne Leist February 1, 2023 / 7:53 pm

      Thank you, Donna. I’m thrilled my poetry has affected you. I need to add some of that angst to my fiction.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Patty Perrin January 31, 2023 / 12:46 pm

    I love your poetry, Susanne! Poetry is a beautiful way to express your deepest feelings. I also loved each accompanying picture. Beautiful post!


    Liked by 1 person

    • Susanne Leist January 31, 2023 / 1:47 pm

      Thank you, Patty. To practice writing, I picked a picture on Tumblr and wrote about it. I haven’t done this in the past year and should try it again.


  3. patgarcia January 31, 2023 / 11:52 am

    Hello, Susanne,
    I can feel your quest for something that you have that you think you have lost. Maybe it is not lost but waiting on you to step out and reach for it. I read each poem and with the exception of the last one, WHITE BLANKET, the rest expressed hopelessness. But let me stop trying to analyse them. You have something in your poetry, and I hope you do something about this precious gift that you have hidden.
    All the best.
    Shalom Aleichem

    Liked by 1 person

    • Susanne Leist January 31, 2023 / 1:52 pm

      When I searched through my poetry to share a few, I reread them and could feel the hopeless vibe you mentioned. Sometimes my poems write themselves; maybe that’s why I express myself better through poetry than prose.

      Liked by 1 person

    • Susanne Leist January 31, 2023 / 1:54 pm

      I’m happy you enjoyed them. They might show more about me than my family pictures.

      Liked by 1 person

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