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Introvert

Snapping  
jaws  
ruthless 
in 
their 
single minded 
efforts 
to devour 
my
attention  
to my own mind 
time 
and  
silence 
the only portal 
to dissectionof dreams 
organizaton of tasks
My Attention  
to  
my  
inner world 
a crime  
an act of hedonism
the 
agony
of  
the  
pull 
magnified 
when the  
efforts 
to veer it off course 
come not from 
angry unhinged jaws 
but 
from  
the flailing arms
and faces
of 
my most deeply, deeply 
ardently 
loved        
their hearts 
my first love 
the pull 
just
their love of me 
need of me 
even  
this
is  
a yank by cracked rope 
round my head 
tearing  
the thought 
this  
way 
and  
that 
This 
collection of torturous moments          
the 
Hell 
of  
the  
Introvert 


Introvert; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014
























  
Snapping  





jaws  
 



ruthless 




in 




their 




single minded 




efforts 




to 




devorer 




my




attention  




to 




my own mind 




time 




and  




silence 




the only portal  




to the  




disection of dreams 







organizaton of task


 

My Attention  




to  




my  




inner world 




a crime  




an act of hedenism




the 




agony 

  

of  




the  




pull 




magnified 




when the  




efforts 




to veer it off course 




come 




not from 




angry unhinged jaws 




but 




from  




the flailing arms and faces 




of 




my most deeply, deeply 




ardently 




loved        




their hearts 




my first love 




the pull 




just 




their love of me 




need of me 




even  




this




is  




a yank by cracked rope 




round my head 




tearing  




the thought 




this  




way 




and  




that 




This 




collection of torturous moments          




the 




Hell 




of  




the  




Introvert

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Giving Birth

Giving birth 
in a sterile room
machines
green gowns medical masks and gloves
float around me
medication squirts into my spine
my legs are no longer conscious
but I am
Waiting
as if from someone else's body
he is pulled from my abdomen
Tugging against his resistance
they retrieve him
he does not want to leave me
not knowing that I am his destination
his CRY 
loud
primitive
angry
Not yet human
fills the sterile room
when they bring him to me
swaddled 
clean
pink
he tries to peer out of swollen eyes 
at his destination.

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Nate- When a Baby Dies

Torrential rain  

stabs at the ground as

I stand here still wearing shock 

like a soldier in

war torn uniform

So recent was


the surgery that


removed

your lifeless body from mine

leaving me newly

without you

My wound fresh


my mind dazed

from blood soaking battle

I hear the Rabbi speaking

and see your

little

pine

coffin

as it is lowered

into the dirt

I know

so 

well

your soul

that left

and

your

body

within it 

wearing a tiny shirt

an embroidered teddy bear 

sewn on the front

I dig the silver shovel

into the earth and lift

it toward 

your resting place
 
I toss 

the cold

damp

earth

gently

and as it lands

I lean forward

for a last 

sight of you

though you can never again be seen

and suddenly my

words of my love of you

become louder than the

deafening rain,

my silence shattered 

by my tormented

shout

beneath our 

green tented covering 

flapping in the wind

under the

sobbing skies 

Nate; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014

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Cake of Creation

Cake of Creation: 




Preheat 

oven

jupiter sized 

to

the 

temperature

of 

a magnificent

star going supernova

add

seven million

heaping

spoonfuls

of free will

one million generous

cups

of 

fate

fifteen million

sprinkles

of 

probability

two million

lighthearted 

dashes

of belief

in 

ones own

focused

intent

and 

another

two million

dashes

of faith

in a 

separate

energies

omnipresent

consciousness	

sift 

the 

dry 

ingredients

together

through

time

gradually 

pour

the 

wet 

ingredients

with

the minds eye

mix together

at the

speed of

light

gradually

reduce

speed

to 

one million beats

per millisecond 

pour into a

parallel universes 

pan 

bake

at 

the

temperature

of 

the

big bang

for 

one

thousand years

or until

toothpick

comprised

of

energy

or

matter

emerges

clean

let 

cool

cut into spheres

cones

or

cylinders 

serves

an

infinite 

amount 

of 

people,

enjoy


Cake of Creation; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014

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Mrs B

How do I Thank You 
for watching over my child 

investing your 

time 

energy 

focus 

and 

passion 

in him  

Every  

day? 

How do I thank you

for using your keen eye 

to emerge with his full picture  

and tailoring a years worth of education  

just for him? 

for making sure he is comfortable 

and relaxed 

and happy Every day? 

How do I thank you  

for finding inventive  

ways to facilitate his goals Every day? 

for the look of alarm, ever so brief 

if even a remote chance of danger 

for him or others?

for your warmth  

your upbeat kindness 

and nurturing 

that you give him Every day? 

How do I thank you

for loaning him Snow pants 

and a little Yellow T-Shirt? 

for teaching him how to honor 

his own work 

and that of his peers? 

How do I thank you  

for planting seeds 

that deepen his understanding  

of Everything? 

for taking a lesson plan that is fine 

infusing it with complexity  

and transforming it  into  

something extraordinary 

Every day? 

for teaching my child as if he were the only child in your class

while teaching Every Child in your class as if they  

were the only one as well? 

How do I thank you? 

This happy 

full 

creative  

thinking 

boy 

who chatters to me as he is going to sleep  

about Martin Luther King Jr. 

Johnny Appleseed  

Spheres and cylinders  

sets of tens  

mammals  

fish 

poems 

songs 

and Your words of Praise 

is the living proof  

of the gift that you are to education and children. 

I can only say Thank you Teacher.. 

Mrs B; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014

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Spring Day

with squinted eyes and pursed red lips 
you 
like any little child in time 
but that you are mine 
ask me..why are we sitting outside 
I want to go Inside  
to play 
your mind cannot yet grasp 
the answer I know to be true 
that one day a hundred years from now 
when we have turned to dust 
when you look at his light to Thank Him for your journey 
you will pull this memory 
out of your heart 
like a diamond 
glistening in the sun 
and say ah..look  how exquisite 
look how exquisite 


Spring Day; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014

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Before There Was Matter

Before there was matter 
or time 
You must have been lonely 
Your consciousness   
 nearly echoing 
had there been 
canyons 
across 
the 
unborn 
universe 
Your thoughts 
so intricate 
no being 
could 
have  
known  
them  
Your form   
walking about an empty 
space
imagining  
color 
music 
words 
an 
opening 
thought 
bringing
forth 
these  
and  
more.. 
a  
daydream 
turned 
into a  
wish 
then 
an 
intent 
and  
your thoughts 
each strand 
stronger  
wider 
heavier 
than  
a million  
of  
the  
thickest 
branches 
each containing
a universe 
of  
it's own and
beings 
like  
you.. 
each with a life 
feeling real 
with it's own 
wishes 
intents 
joys 
heartbreaks 
and 
you  
know  
intimately 
each  
and  
every  
one 
following  
us 
riveted 
as an awe-inspired 
theatergoer 
with  
deep
most passionate 
love  
for  
all 
When one hurts 
or is frightened 
it  takes  
 all  of your 
might  
to  
stop 
yourself 
from freeing us 
from  
the pain 
for you  know 
this 
would end  
our 
world.. 
so  
each  
moment 
you live  
with  
us.. 
silently
lovingly 
your loneliness  
eased.


Before There Was Matter; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014

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Hand

Bones crushed and pulled back into place
my own momentary hell
of piercing scream
for it to stop
they could have my hand forever
and leave me with a shiny stump
wrapped
like a wounded Christmas gift 
hanging limp but peaceful
under the white of my
gurney
but no choice was given
so it lives with me maimed
but  alive sorrowful its protector would have given 
it away so easily
no trust between us now
as we come back to each other
to heal

Hand; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2015

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Freedom From Bullies

Grey  
weight 
like dirty chains 
twists around cells, organs 
becomes pitted inside 
enters insidiously relentlessly by cruel fangs  
the coldest of judgement like blood splashed 
at white light 
So polluted 
the angry 
paranoia  
the weak 
closed  
minds 
gravitate toward each other 
the mean  
find the  
mean 
and sometimes 
the gentle 
the inward 
the quiet
cannot tell the difference 
the poison  
is taken in 
allowed to take hold 
manifests as 
the deepest of  
sadness 
doubt 
shame 
it becomes the prison  
within which the 
cruel 
closed 
beings  
pace and stare 
Freedom 
true  freedom 
is the discovery 
the remembering 
the darkness does not belong within 
it was never one's own 
in an instant 
this knowing  
brings the Release 
and a beautiful return to 
to Living in  
weightless 
fluttering  
light 

Freedom From Bullies; poetry by
Susan M. Walker
2014

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Break

shocked cracked bones
tormented with their new knowledge
all began with  
a fall so hard the ground screamed
not even when years earlier my child died within
my womb
and the knife
brought blood to the skin
to free him
to be buried
not even then
did I know
not until my bones knew
they can be made no longer whole
did
I know
I can break