By Susan Schoeffield



THE RED ROSE

Mr. Lincoln’s rose.
A vivid, red reminder.
Blood shed for freedom.
SOARING

A dream cannot soar
if you clip the wings needed
for successful flight.
LIFEBLOOD

The candle wax melts,
drips down around its edges,
remnants of its life.
THE WORDS SPEAK

The words from my pen
speak of earnest devotion
when they speak of you.
SUMMER BREEZE

A light, summer breeze
envelops me in its warmth
and comforts my soul.
HUGS

Two arms around me,
wrapped in life’s great desire
to feel connected.
MORE SNOW

Snow is falling down.
Soft, white flakes sail through the sky.
I’m tired of it.
FIRE

Dancing in your eyes
is the blaze from your passion
burning in my soul.
CABIN

Cabin in the woods.
Fireplace alive with flames.
Smell of word burning.
RIVER FLOWING

Like a river flows
on to its destination,
your love flows through me.
TRAVELING HEART

Love travels freely
from one heart to another,
pure and unblemished.
CRUISE

The ship leaves at noon
to distant, exotic lands.
Warm sun and no snow.
LOVE SOUNDS

My ears hear sweet sounds
spoken softly through your heart.
Therein lies true love.
FURRY FRIEND

Silly smile, tail wags.
Love penetrates from those eyes.
Unconditional.
BRIDGE ACROSS THE AISLE
(One Can Hope)

They’re building a bridge.
Politics take a backseat
to find common ground.
DESIGN

In all that we see,
His design is well planned out,
and we are enriched.
NURTURING

My withering heart
blossomed like a spring garden
tilled by loving hands.
LOVE DEFINED

From this poet’s eyes
defining love is easy.
I just look at you.