Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Feb 11, 2012, 6:33 am
Against the snow, the blackbird and its golden beak are a joy. "When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves." - Buddha
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Feb 4, 2012, 3:43 am
Spread your whispering story. Those glittering shards that sing of instinct and fine urges. Scatter some of your charm upon this ashen soul. Scald me with your joy. Let me steal from you the knack of carrying light. So that when the darkness comes again, to pour its inky stains and crush my violet h...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Jan 29, 2012, 3:46 am
With these broken words, I try to cobble together a structure. - A bridge that is strong enough to hold the weight of all the beauty that I see. In the open spaces between what is known, and what is not. I wander. And like a sponge, I soak in the essence - absorb the goodness. But when I try to tell...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Jan 12, 2012, 4:49 am
When the words don't come I look for them. I shine a torch into dark corners, - dig down into the silt. Looking for letters that have fallen from my mouth as I was speaking. And there, half buried in the sludge I find them. Carefully I dig out each one. Only to discover that they spell out one word....
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Jan 7, 2012, 3:04 pm
I am life, moving flowing like breath like rivers like rain I am life, moving In my perceptions my feelings my thoughts I am life, moving growing like a tree a wild love a child I am life, moving in tender moments in grief and in joy I am life, movingImages, poetry and thoughts that emerge from the ...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jan 4, 2012, 5:22 am
Outside my window the air is alive with birds. Sparrows and blue tits hop and flutter among the bare branches of the lilac. Two wood pigeons sit stately on the top of the fence. And overhead the grey sky is streaked with the black ink of jackdaws coming in to land. "Morning is the fresh page of n...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jan 3, 2012, 1:05 pm
Whistling down chimneys and banging on doors. The new year has blown in on the back of the wind. It announced its arrival by hurling rain at my darkened window, it sounded just like a round of applause. "If you want to be enthusiastic, act enthusiastic.'' - Dale Carnegie
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Dec 10, 2011, 6:16 am
It was a shallow hollow in which she kept her misery. No depth at all. In fact the slightest motion would set it moving. Like a mini tidal wave. Back and forth, gaining momentum. Until it would slosh over the edges and run d o w n her pensive face following the limescale trails of its watercourse. A...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Dec 9, 2011, 2:39 am
Through my dark window I glimpse the Moon, and my breath is stolen away by its presence. That great big shiny coin is just hanging there, low and golden in the sky like unspent riches. Its aura so bright, that I feel I have happened on some piece of magic not usually destined for mortal eyes. "...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Dec 1, 2011, 12:09 am
I am the fulcrum around which my life rotates, I hear the rush and shudder as the cogs turn. Ruddy and metallic, this movement is vital. Freed limbs rotate, idle thoughts rustle. It is not easy to be mellow and mindful, in this untidy world of man and machine. I may sound smug, but I am no longer gu...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Nov 21, 2011, 9:02 am
She'd been trapped, drowned in silence. Oblivious to the planet and its clockwork motion. She had skated on thin ice, started fires and left them to smolder. She was a maverick, a firebrand, she walked on a knife edge. She was mindless, oblivious. Unaware of the great universe, and the fleeting spar...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Nov 19, 2011, 4:30 am
A gust of wind - and a flurry of yellow gold leaves take to the air and soar over my fence like birds. “Take one step away from yourself - and behold! - the Path!” - Abu Sa'id
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Nov 16, 2011, 5:13 am
You take out your blade and cut down the clouds. Their softness a blight in your hard edged world. You collate all the bridges and you set them a burning. Until everything's destroyed but their rusted-out bones. You drag the singing bird down from the cloudless sky. Its feathered beauty, stretched a...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Nov 9, 2011, 1:33 pm
November has bought more light into my north facing room. The trees have dropped their verdant graces and now stand naked against the colourless sky. Intricate silhouettes softened and blurred by the gentle falling rain. “You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the ...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Nov 6, 2011, 3:52 am
It has been so long since I last waited for the dawn, there is magic in that liminal place as we cross the threshhold from dark to light. So here I sit in this dark room, watching as the soft pink light gently dissolves the darkness into a new day. “As you breathe in, cherish yourself. As you b...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Oct 26, 2011, 6:25 am
Bring that great storm of you and drive away these bats of melancholy that swoop and flutter around my lonely head. For I have found that spun gold hair is no deterrent to darkness.Images, poetry and thoughts that emerge from the depths and are washed up on the shoreline of this blogging girl.
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Oct 13, 2011, 3:40 pm
I have been cutting out dead wood, pulling out all that is dry and rotten. Some pieces crumble in my hand, some need a sharp blade, to cut through wiry sinews. I am letting in air and light, penetrating the dark centre. Branches, weaved and twisted. They've been cocooned that long they have forgotte...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Oct 13, 2011, 4:15 am
The constant trees beyond my window, stately stood against the sky. Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws. How I wish that I could fly. “And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allan Poe
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Oct 4, 2011, 9:06 am
(Another one written for The Sunday Whirl prompt which gives twelve words weekly for participants to use in a poem. I enjoy these prompts so much as they seem to lead me to create stories that would never have arisen without them. Here's the latest. . . ) The shaft of light was no accident. The sh...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Sep 27, 2011, 2:42 pm
You speak of sheep. The modern man asleep at the wheel. While you, with your vigor and verve, have your ready muse, pouring forth from your elegant and tapered fingertips. You do not see yourself, in the mirror of the parry and thrust that you use to strengthen your ego and reinforce the satin threa...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Sep 20, 2011, 4:59 am
I pace the perimeter. With measured steps my stride is fast, my gait even. I do not falter. Even when you throw lines laced with your charm. Designed to trip me. To halt my progress, force me back to the centre. So you can see my eyes. In this glass house, I long for walls. Written for this prompt.I...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Sep 17, 2011, 10:56 am
And the sky was full of mountains, snow white and edged with light. Billowing turrets set against the brightest blue. They made me catch my breath in awe. What a privilege to be alive and to be conscious of it - and of the splendour of skies such as these. "Awareness is curative." - Fritz Perls
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Sep 7, 2011, 4:00 am
Dawn breaks and tumbles over the horizon in pinks and pearls, trailing light from the east. The land gives up its bat filled darkness and the night creatures scurry home, just before the first bird begins to sing. "Learn to pause...or nothing worthwhile will catch up to you." - Doug King
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Aug 29, 2011, 12:32 pm
The air is still as feathers and the yellow sun nowhere to be seen. From the top of the old ash tree, a crow shouts. . . his voice resounding like a claxon, sending sound waves shimmering through the static air. "What comes out of you when you are squeezed is what is inside of you." - Wayne Dy...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Aug 25, 2011, 3:38 am
Geranium, white, a punctuation in this monotone scene. My eyes roam, restless, searching for somewhere to settle. At last, amidst the roaring greens I see it. A splash of yellow glowing like grounded sunshine. "I have immortal longings in me." - William Shakespeare
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Aug 23, 2011, 2:23 pm
Graffiti stained granite, daubed with the markings of life. Incendiary slogans shout for freedom, there's a revolution in the making. The too handsome stranger has words that spin like plates, and sparkle like screw top bottles, all fizz and wasted glass. Straight backed, he will not slouch, though ...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Aug 22, 2011, 4:57 pm
My pockets are filled with sunlight, no shadows here today. Today sparkles, and there is no such thing as tomorrow. Images, poetry and thoughts that emerge from the depths and are washed up on the shoreline of this blogging girl.
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Aug 21, 2011, 3:59 am
THE GRASS IS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE He meticulously bought the cigarette paper up to his lips with deft and artful tongue he licked the exposed edge. Flicking at the lighter until the flame leapt . . . he inhaled . . . eyes tight closed as he took that ritual long slow breath. Pulling the sacr...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Aug 20, 2011, 7:07 am
Shadows shifting. Soft grass splashed with sunlight. Shimmering leaves throw down their yellow gold beauty like blessings bestowed. The green velvet ground at my feet is laden with jewels. “There are no old roads to new directions.” - anon
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Susannah B. posted an article on Joy Frequencies - Aug 17, 2011, 2:59 pm
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth a...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Aug 13, 2011, 1:46 am
Drench me with your summer love, for I am not immune to darkness. Smother me, until I radiate light and pulse with all I have left unspoken. . . for I have been alone here, and you are sunlight knocking at my door. Images, poetry and thoughts that em...
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Susannah B. posted an article on The Lion and The Lightning Bolt - Aug 12, 2011, 1:52 pm
There I was strolling along by the side of the canal in my local town. I was lost in thought, thinking about my birthday and how this year it falls on the full moon in Aquarius. When I looked up at the boat on my right and saw this! . . . "Synchronicity hints at the unified world be...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Aug 11, 2011, 3:25 pm
The light through the trees is beautiful. Low golden sun touching the remnants of this dark day. Oozing from the edges of leaves and falling into liquid amber pools, its soft fingers spread honey on the cold hard ground. “Love what you do. Learn balance. Take rests. Trust your instincts....
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Aug 3, 2011, 4:51 pm
The hushed night falls as quiet as a breath over my garden. Silhouetted against the indigo sky, bats navigate at speed, swooping low and agile. Nocturnal birds weaving their dark magic into the fabric of the coming night. "From wonder into wonder existence opens." - Lao Tzu
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 31, 2011, 4:15 pm
Through the trees, a band of fire sets the horizon alight. The Sun is singing its radiant farewell, leaving the marshmallow sky to ready itself for another night. "There is no enlightenment outside of daily life." - Thich Nhat Hanh
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 30, 2011, 4:11 pm
Illuminated leaves, petals painted with light. A shaft of sunshine visits the darkest corner of my garden. "The greatest discoveries are those that shed light unto ourselves." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Susannah B. posted an article on The Lion and The Lightning Bolt - Jul 30, 2011, 4:09 pm
"And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence actually liberates others. " - Marianne Williamson Nail bite moon sharp as scissors arced and silvered in the sky solitary figure in the landscape...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Joy Frequencies - Jul 29, 2011, 3:21 pm
"When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance." - Lee Ann Womack We can find ourselves in places, or positions in life that are less than ideal. We are sure that life would be easier if things were different, and they probably would be. We bemoan our lot and feel down hearted ...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 29, 2011, 2:40 pm
I saw the feeble white flutter of wings, stifled. Wrapped in a skein of spiders silk, its beauty captured. I reached out my hand and broke its chains, freeing it from its single thread shackle. It fell to the green leaf safety net below, and I knelt and pulled away the sticky rope that had it bound...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 28, 2011, 4:38 pm
Cats running, tails raised, after the moving plate of food. "Say yes to what belongs to you, and let all else go." - Alan Cohen
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 27, 2011, 6:36 pm
I sense the stillness, the silence, as this greyscale evening seeps into my psyche - permeating my aura. The sky's grey mantle, a lid upon the world. It adds a weight that I can feel right down to my bones. "The quieter you become, the more you can hear." - Ram Dass
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 26, 2011, 4:44 pm
I awaken, heart pounding, terrified. The nightmare still has me in its power, so I reach out to stir my partner. "Are you okay?" he mumbles as he surfaces from sleep, then continues with a disappointed tone to his voice. "I was dreaming I was baking cakes, and now I won't be there when they co...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 25, 2011, 1:26 pm
Drystone wall, lichen covered and beautiful. Orange and pale green tell stories of time passing. "Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid." - Frederick Buechner
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 24, 2011, 2:05 pm
Old man taps his cane, I feel the floor vibrate under my feet. Hushed conversation overheard. "Do you like yoghurt". He yawns and looks away. "The control center of your life is your attitude." - Norman Cousins
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 23, 2011, 5:18 pm
The wind makes my garden speak. It runs through the greenery, whispering and telling tales. "Music in the soul can be heard by the universe." - Lao Tzu
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Jul 17, 2011, 8:27 am
There. . . just beneath the surface, swims a tiny shoal of fear. I watch them in the clear glass water. They are moving as one, darting this way and that. Sunlight glinting on their agile bodies. It is only when they break the mirror like surface, causing a cascade of spreading ripples, that I can f...
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Susannah B. posted an article on Out Of My Ocean - Poetry and Thoughts - Jul 17, 2011, 8:22 am
Upon the plain walls of my life, there hangs a portrait. It is a good likeness. And behind it, set into the discoloured patch on the wall. Is a blank space. And set within that blank space, is a secret safe. Where I, have locked myself away. And no one, would even begin to suspect, that the portra...
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Susannah B. posted an article on The Lion and The Lightning Bolt - Jul 16, 2011, 7:17 am
I often write things for another purpose (in this case a writing prompt) and then look at it through astrological eyes and see its symbolism. . . Upon the plain walls of my life, there hangs a portrait. It is a good likeness. And behind it, set into the discoloured patch on the wall. Is a blank s...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 14, 2011, 1:46 pm
The tiny bird and his shadow sit on my fence top. He has his back to me, but I can see his little body moving. And though I can't hear it through my double glazed windows, I can tell that he is singing. . . "For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day." - Evelyn Under...
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Susannah B. posted an article on My Name is ZING - Jul 13, 2011, 5:52 pm
The trees are backlit with a shimmering honey aura, their foliage all aglow. Changing light weaves a special magic that only those who watch the skies will ever know. "Just remain in the center, watching. And then forget that you are there." - Lao Tzu
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