LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

Life is beautiful.

Take a breath

And look around.

There’s beauty everywhere.

In every flower.

In each blade of grass.

In each and every insect.

Beauty all around us

And in us.

See the beauty.

Take in the beauty.

Appreciate the beauty.

RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

TAKE A SEAT

TAKE A SEAT

Take a seat under the tree,
Where you can feel proud and free.
Crafty and free as the mighty red fox,
Who refuses to live in a box.

Freedom should never be taken lightly.
It must be revered and taken sprightly.
The fox is anxious and waiting for your choice.
Do you want to live in a box with no voice?

Come sit beside the fox in the shade.
Flowers grow here and not one a spade.
The smell so sweet and fragrant.
All friends and not one vagrant.

Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
Your writing will come with ease.
The words will flow from your pen.
Stories for women and men.

Take a nap in the meadow.
Life can be sweet and mellow.
You’ll wake up with a smile.
Eager to walk a mile.

Find your perfect spot to be.
Let your imagination free.
A place that makes you feel just right.
Your senses will know what to write.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

Some days you want to escape.

To a place far away.

Meet new people.

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door.

See if the grass is greener.

On the other side.

Most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier.

It might not be holding any answers.

Home might have had the answers all along. 

A PATH THROUGH THE WOODS

Wind blows through the trees.

Ruffling the thick grass.

Striking a path through the woods.

Creating a clearing.

To the house within.

End House at Oasis.

To The Dead hidden inside.

THE DEAD GAME

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THROUGH THE WOODS

Wind blows through the trees.

Ruffling the thick grass.

Striking a path through the woods.

Creating a clearing.

To the house within.

End House at Oasis.

To The Dead hidden inside.

THE DEAD GAME

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MOONLIT FOREST

Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching down,
Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never give up his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK BLUE SEA

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Sinking into the grass.

Into a dark blue sea.

I’m having a blast.

Orange all around me.

OASIS IN GREY

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of clouds circle me.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

Oasis in the grey.

A mirage that can’t be.

How do flowers grow here?

An illusion for me.

A PLACE FOR ME

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A forest so green and pure,

I want to be there for sure.

Colors to brighten life

without a bit of strife.

This is definitely the place for me,

where I can be as free as I can be.

Pink and yellow flowers fill up the day.

No where prettier I can safely say.

A PRETTY PLACE

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My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.

FOOTSTEPS

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The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I leave this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.

MARK THE SPOT

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Dark skies above.

Dark trails below.

No wildlife.

No birds or insects.

Only dense grass.

To mark the spot

Where End House had stood.

Its evil glory washed out to sea.

To be replaced by a green carpet

Of emptiness and darkness.

A marker for The Dead.

From the dungeons they’ll rise

And walk the earth once again.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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