A SWIRL OF SMOKE

1 Swirl of smoke

 

Lost in a swirl of smoke

as it climbs the night sky.

It dances with the wind

as it reaches up high.

 

The smoke flickers and shakes

throughout its delicate journey.

Braced against any breath

from the nearby beings’ yearning.

 

It rises slowly.

Its arms reach up to the moon.

A cold wind wafts past.

It will be there all too soon.

 

 

 

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SCARED TO DEATH

 

They come in the night.

Take all with their might.

A town scared to death.

From their deadly breath.

I watch the town fall.

Come one and come all.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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MOVE TOO FAST

 

 

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING

The doors open.
The elevator is waiting.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
For it goes to one place.
Up.
Through the clouds.
High above it all.
Where you could let go.
Let your imagination soar.
To new heights.
To new beginnings.
To the impossible.
To the improbable.
Take a deep breath.
What do you see?
What do you want to see?
All becomes possible.
All becomes probable.
Enjoy.

THE ROAD TAKEN

THE ROAD TAKEN

The road can feel endless.

Never-ending.

Following twists and turns.

Over mountains.

Down valleys.

On its quest.

To reach the end.

It can be hard to follow.

Using up your strength.

Taking away your breath.

But soldier on.

The end will be worth it.

DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.

I could hear you breathing.

Is that a moan?

Maybe it was the wind.

Is that a rustle of clothing?

Maybe someone else is in the garden.

Is that a sigh?

I heard a sigh.

Are you tired of standing still?

Is that a tear on your cheek?

Your eyes look sad.

Reflecting a remorse so deep

that I can feel it.

What else do I feel?

A whisper of breath on my face.

Are you breathing, dear one?

Are you alive beneath the stone?

Raise your head.

Look me in the eye.

It’s time to be free.

Let your soul be free

and soar above on your wings.

Take flight, dear one.

Take flight.

ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

Toes are numb.

Fingers are tingling.

I can see my breath.

I can hear the wind blowing.

Whipping past my face.

I’m getting tired.

But I must continue on.

To the top of the hill.

The view is waiting for me.

I can’t disappoint it

or myself.

Only a few more steps.

And…

It has taken my breath away.

The colors.

The sharp edges.

Prettier than a picture.

Perfect in its beauty.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

life is beautiful

Life is beautiful.

So beautiful.

Take a long breath.

And look around.

There’s beauty everywhere.

In every flower.

In each blade of grass.

And in each and every insect.

Too much to take in at one glance.

Too many details for our minds

to comprehend.

How could there be so much

living detail around us

that no one bothers to notice?

Birds.

Flowers.

Ocean.

Fish.

Clouds.

Sun.

All around us.

And in us.

See the beauty.

Take in the beauty.

Appreciate the beauty.

LOST IN THE RAIN

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Lost in the rain.

Beaten down.

Alone.

Drifting.

Tired.

Wet.

Ready to give up.

On life.

On the world.

Curled up in a ball.

Ready for my last breath.

Then the unexpected happens.

The sun comes out.

The birds begin to chirp.

A wet breeze hits my face.

I look up into the sun.

I don’t feel so alone anymore.

I feel alive.

I’m happy I waited.

Waited for time to pass.

For time to heal old wounds.

I’m ready to face the day.