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Susan Sonnen's Writings

Poem
Aug.05.2012
a letter of lovebetween we twowritten in hastesealed with the scent of a wildflower
Poem
May.07.2010
I want to live smelling of dirt with wildflowers growing from my head. My kids will laugh and say I’m already pushing up daisies. They will pick some while I sleep to place on their grandmother’s grave and when I visit her there, I will recognize myself, primal, wild.
Poem
Apr.22.2010
I am the eldest daughterof the eldest daughterof a daughter,the eldest,I think. I am the fire in my own belly. I am a mongrel,a fluke,a gem. I am the child afraid to speak.I am the crone who will not be silenced; I am divine,I am simple,I am all. I am the eldest daughterof the eldest daughterof a daughter,the eldest,I think.   (c)Susan Sonnen
Poem
Apr.22.2010
I remember childhood in springtime,coming in from the backyard(in shorts and already with a touch of sun)through the musty garage,opening the old screen door and thenthe kitchen door,the sweet scent of lilacs greeting me anonthough in the other room,atop the piano.Violets and whitescut from bushes flanking my swingset. Decades laterI introduced him to themon a...
Poem
Apr.21.2010
Softly, I speak your name. There is no answer, Nor will there ever be again. As the wind gives your eulogy, Only the raven and I mourn. I leave the cemetery as empty as I came, Untouched by the only hand that mattered.   (c)Susan Sonnen
Poem
Apr.21.2010
Living verse Holds word by word To branches of poetic grace, 'Til portrait complete, She relinquishes her hold, Giving breath to new thoughts, These leaves.   (c) Susan Sonnen
Poem
Apr.21.2010
This I know to be true , If only as I choose it to be thus, That Sanjna, on her way to the forest, Sprinkled wildflowers Across the prairie like confetti, A trail of sorts, That Surya might find her Should he realize he was less without her, As he did.   (c)Susan Sonnen