Susan Poems

Margaret began at age of nine
on eight-till-five shift down the mine.
And there's two sisters working there
to push and pull coal carts they share.
Sometimes they sort the spoil from slack
and crack to cleave large cobs of black.
For one week's work of...Read More

a brood lumbers in the fold of an oak - slumbering

while mary go round and round - catching the affections of her father

under my bed - blooms are enchanted to leave

and a hidden mole peaks from pink lace like a...Read More

                  A coloratura rises 
                  ...Read More

I want to ride a zebra

and race the rays of radiance
through heat-waves sailing gradients -

a folly wild - a mood untamed
elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...

yes! elevate sedate heart rate
I WANT to ride a zebra

stripes yin yang oasis...Read More

S-cribe
U-ses
S-uperb
A-wesome
N-ote

P-oetically
A-dvancing
S-plendid
C-onnotation
U-nder
A-crostic

Topic: Birthday of Susan Pascua (June 06) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...Read More

                     Parting ways
                 ...Read More

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is -- is over, in the stormy, swarming space of mere moments.

turbulence rises
as...Read More

"3Hearts" 1ST NOVEL IN PROGRESS

AKS was unaware of her three personalities                             ...Read More

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret
Yes, I played around, was unfaithful to you, I'd change it all you bet.
I truly loved you with all my heart, but I tried to act all...Read More

Susan was a cancer survivor
After her mastectomy
She went thru her blue period
But I didn’t know her then
When I met her she glowed
Exuberant and beautiful
Celebrating the gift of life
Dancing to share her joy
Her story and her poetry
Her day of enlightenment
Had happened...Read More

     Astounded ...

Death caught his breath ...
          cast his net to the stars,
              ...Read More

Women of the early 1900’s should have been justifiably outraged
Owned like chattel by their men
Elections were held willy nilly
And if you did not have a willy, you were eliminated
The rare woman who thought she should be
a voter, was not even...Read More

A Poetic Interview with Nancy Clutter

(This poetic interview is fictional and imaginary, and is based on 47 years of study and repeated readings relative to Truman Capote’s novel, In Cold Blood, published in 1965).


An honor to speak with you, Nancy....Read More

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.

The poetesses...Read More

     It was my seventh birthday party, mother had everything planned,
decorations were in the dining room, invitations sent out, balloons;
          and on February 1-  I was...Read More

Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter 
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. 
The caterpillar had shed off its chrysalis, 
and...Read More

              Black-Eyed Susan-  I am called,
        quite hardy, one real tough fighting flower; 
     ...Read More

Words 
                                   by susan q. miller...Read More

Truth-The Allusive Beast
      susan Q miller © 2018

Tell me where the truth lies. 
I want to find it now,
Though I know this allusive beast is always on the prowl.
Does the beast ever lay, 
Quiet, certain...Read More

HOMELESS 
by susan q miller ©2013


To others she is homeless
out living on the street.

Living—she is—living free.

Is she?

She’s a paradox unanswered,
A question unresolved. 

Is she truly homeless-

I wonder, as she passes with a smile,
pushing her heavy burdens with flair, with style?

Or,...Read More

A BROKEN WING 
by susan Q miller © 2008


A broken wing, a broken shell, 

        candlelight, the incense sweet

              Upon...Read More

						It Fell
						    by susan Q miller © 2014
							
It fell,
            Something hard
		Off the shelf
			Without warning,
				Breaking what lay beneath,
			  		 A favorite green bowl, a hand-crafted half-orb
						Made...Read More

Convictions 
susan Q. miller © 2011
Song Lyrics

Maybe our convictions are convictions after all,
They lock us in a prison in our minds. 
They keep us from living in this moment. 
We’re out of synchronicity---out of present time.

Convicted by convictions, we are...Read More

The Open Door
       By susan Q miller © 2019

In the winter of my mind there is darkness…
cold, harsh judgment and distraction.

I wander through the dank corridor 
with an occasional flickering candle to guide me.

Where...Read More

Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and Diane
lover of family, imagination and artistic expression, the skies in all its moods and wild...Read More