Poetry By
Suzanne Sykora
Published on: 2/4/2013
The Frozen Room
Footfalls in the frozen room, Faces quiet under ice, Ticking of a broken clock— Then someone sneezes twice.
Published on: 2/1/2013
Honey Song
Oh see unseen By mammal brain The buzz of light The open glow Of nectar color's Lucid stain The petal posing On its stem The dust of pollen We can sip With jointed eye And furry lip Then to stash In waxy cell All the sweetness We can cull
Published on: 1/31/2013
Old and New Terra
I. What a legend: Green, unspoiled, Just lightly populated: That's the story We mutants tell About our ancient home. II. From blue, orphaned baby stars To rogue black holes that roam the galaxies, Mugging any planet in their path, It's not a nice neighborhood; We've all got teeth and claws. Still I like to hop to old Mother Earth, So small and crowded: cozy Despite the graves, the wear and tear, Our protein pellets and bad air. East, west, home's the best; We mutant human beings are blessed.
Published on: 8/10/2011
Salt Blood
Salt wave exhilaration, Ocean-singing blood, Bright as the heart's primeval Pulsing ebb and flood; Out of the breakers bounding, Rolling, reaching free, We dance our fresh emergence From the ancient sea.
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