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The Daughter Of The North Wind Sings In Soprano


In riming realms of crystal contemplations frozen water-vapor meditations and chilled flutes filled with zodiacal light musings of ancient cosmic dust dancing in the arms of Sol.. windswept operatic reveries rise and fall as her stirring soprano tickled by chantings of icicled chimes gathers momentum in strengthening sprays of frosted musical notes drifting in broken chords... she bestrides a clouded steed colored mother-of-pearl flowing with fury within which beats a blustery heart surging at jet stream speeds she hearkens to hailstorm hooves from the streamered skies of the merry dancers they fly aloft on arctic gales of lyrical laughter igniting the imagination of her freezing fire burning now with a blistering whip and a nipping frostbite that sinks its tingling teeth deep sailing a supernatural stage amplifying - her aerated soprano soars in polar vortex arias as avalanching glazed trinkets; decendants of her fertile femininity skydive in shivering sixfold symmetry falling in fierce flights of fancy as she cyclones on consecrated currents with wild abandon escalating in twirling trills of glass beaded squalls swirling her iced eiderdown skirts aflare baring tempest thighs storming with a Siberian sting ~ and as her electric eyes sparkle with luminous lightning she buries you in a blizzard of opal mistletoe berries and wanton whims. Susan Ashley February 20, 2018 ~ First Place ~ Your Best Free Verse 2018 John Hamilton

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My Affair With A Frost Flower State Of Affairs



There’s a beguiling danger in beauty… seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair, I envisaged this lusciously lavish landscape of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~ alas, such deception my naive perception did offer. Buried beneath the facade of a fertile dream-come-true and a mesmerizing mirage of natural light and zephyrus breaths - where your thoughts hugged the horizons of my mind like clouds on the edges of prairie dog skies and where your stampeding passions trampled my inhibitions - were delicate bandeaux of ice; finespun and feathery like polar gossamer that formed on the stems of your ruptured dreams that then became my nightmare when you had your hard freeze while warm sap still flowed through your veins, pumped and pushing through your broken being and freezing on contact with the chilled clime cocooning me, in a sudden silken surge of your glazing gauze holding me, in the vivid wild magic of your frosted crystallized clutches - fossilizing me, in icy opalescent ribbons of ornate whorls. Unable to escape the grasping glacial petals of your exquisite pain, your frost flowers plunged me into the frigid heart of your bitter big-bluestem prairie winter... There’s a beguiling beauty in danger hypnotized and hijacked as I was by the rhythmic sways of your tall grass ways - your flickering tongue tasting my air as my emotions were extorted till I was bled white - obviously oblivious that I was being preyed upon by a stealthy force of nature motivated by indigenous instincts. Susan Ashley March 13, 2018 _________________________ ~ First Place ~ Contest: Poetry for the Sake of Poetry Sponsor: John Lawless * big bluestem: tall grass native to the Great Plains with bluish leaf sheaths * * frost flower: thin layers of ice extruded from long-stemmed plants in autumn or early winter. These thin ice layers form beautifully dainty ‘ribbons’ or ‘petals’ *

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Winter Blues - I Cry For Color



I shiver tears. My joie de vivre; summer esprit’s lemon zested lilac flirts and coral whispers have escaped me ~ grievous gray now flows through my veins. I shiver melancholia, entombed with my winter blues in the dark dreamless hollow of my frowning igloo. Draped in decor of dispirited drear I wear a wistful woebegone fog, an overcoat of overcast moods sown of sneering sunless, scentless days. I weep wall to wall in the long light-less nights alone with my lonely longings my psyche withers ~ a little more each dull day, I shrivel. I shiver sadness, my colorless tears cry out loud for color; yearning for watermelon sunsets, pink sands and swirls of marigold glee, for rainbows to color my lackluster laughter and fireworks to celebrate in my mirthless eyes, for Sol’s warm hands to tenderly undress and caress me and lay bare my soul straitjacketed by winter blues... Susan Ashley January 4, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Second Place ~ Contest: Free Verse: Winter Blues Sponsor: Laura Loo

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A Tear-ful Conversation With My Daughter



It starts with only one - one like me a melancholy migrant from the immortal part of her to the locus of her physical being -- the center of her emotional wisdom I gain heartfelt strength as I gather my forces rising up en masse riding cresting waves of woe to breach the ramparts - the welling rims of her loving eyes it starts with only one - one perfectly ripened drop of sorrow this beautifully packaged pain and a lustrous cascade of soulful pearls ensues wept gems pouring forth from a pure heart.. I am the tears your mother cries. Susan Ashley May 5, 2018 ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week beginning Sunday, May 13, 2018 ~ Seventh Place ~ Contest: Early May Premiere (2018) Sponsor: Brian Strand Poet's note; For my beautiful daughter, Jocelyn, you inspire me with your light, joy, spirited determination and intellect. Though your academic pursuits take you many, many miles away from me and I grieve your absence, when you return home I shall celebrate with tears of joy! For today, however, I'll let my grieving tears speak for themselves... I love you and I miss you, my Jocee <3

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Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails


Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard. Today starts my anticipated forest trek, seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck, last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies. Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies, finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground, thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found. First step taken, this soul takes its desperate flight, embrace anew, treasures that make life feel alright. Through drifted powdered paths my healing does begin rhythm of my brisk breath is like a cleansing hymn. Serenity in solitude is what I seek, in contemplative meditations I do speak amongst the frosted firs a chapel for my prayers in your Trust surrendering all worries and tears. To slow life’s commotion and hush harsh emotion, quiet communion in woodland is my potion - sweetest swells of ecstasy makes my spirit swoon in whitest snowdrop bloom my heart will follow soon. With every snowy step I purify a thought in this pristine Love I find absolution sought. The winding trail I followed with a downcast face and left behind the sorrow of my past disgrace. Ascending farther to the snowy mountains peak animated to discover my fate unique. I shall not let my courage waver, not this time, with weary steps I continue my forward climb. The final steps to reach my summits divine light, my mind virtuous as snowflakes of purest white, I inhale the essence of life at nature’s hem, finally free from chains of torment I condemn. With Fate and Time to blend with Earth, I shall redeem my dignity and recover my self-esteem. Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren (a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul) July 25, 2018 _________________________ ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week of July 29, 2018 It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren _________________________ My poet’s note: Dear Robert, mere words cannot express my great appreciation for extending your invitation to Teppo Gren and myself for a collaboration with you on this special spiritual poem of soul searching and soul learning. I am so fortunate to be able to create poetry with two such wondrously gifted poets and this lovely artistic experience was a thrilling and beautiful poetic journey for me to take with both of you. Thank you, Robert and Teppo, for sharing with me the treasures of your illuminating and creative talents, fruitful friendships and endless exquisite inspiration..

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The Amorous Mystique



Can it be, into this world we are dropped from heavenly streams that have never stopped? With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight, oceans of love and its fiery desires; ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight and leap into romance hottest fires. Can it be, wonderment is our reward given for living in a world so hard? With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch, deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures; daring to embrace and love very much this bountiful store, of life's great treasures. Can it be, that in life's short duration we go beyond mere infatuation? With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need, grant romantic nights of sweetest relief; birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs. Your questions asked with pulsing energy of lovers’ wonderland of synergy.. Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations of souls inspiring minds to understand; seductive passion’s yearning flirtations of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned. In awe you long to know love’s mysteries, untangling threads in tender reveries.. Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays Sol would be poor in the worth of our love; for never could there be more wealth of praise than for ambrosial taste from gods above. During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat.. Our physical plane of mortal being is heightened with intimate unity; body and soul in tantra foreseeing weaving love’s strands into eternity. Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) July 31, 2018 ______________________________ *For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*

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Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew


Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true supported deep vows we both swore to be held to. Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new. Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine her beauty and purity no words could define. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray. As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall she never said uttered a word needing recall. Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light romancing her first love and precious was her sight. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse. Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth enchanting was the tender season of her youth. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush until aurora banished night in her gold rush of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’ desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon - a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity, time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe, her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow a life of beauty echoing the words of love now distant in the skies with kindness up above when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace with charms beyond life, she remains my saving grace. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.) October 2, 2018 _________________________ ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week of October 7, 2018 It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren _________________________ Poet’s Note: it is once again, my wonderful pleasure to be able to contribute my verses to this lovely collaboration in fellowship with my esteemed and immensely talented friends Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren. Robert, your initiation of this heartfelt poem and your invitation to compose with you and Teppo lead to a waterfall of inspiration upon reading your artistically beautiful, soulful and stirring verses. The shining light of your brilliant talent continues to lead the way and burns ever so brightly. Yet again, Teppo, your golden verses are filled with beauty, emotion and imagery that leave me in awe of your poetic expertise and bountiful talent. I am so fortunate to have the opportunity to continue to create splendid poetry with two such sensitive and artistic souls - thank you, dear Robert and Teppo, for another most delightful, creative and satisfying poetic experience.

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Fire-Water Dance Haiku



saffron sun flames sky melted gold joins blue riffles - sunset swims to shore Susan Ashley August 20, 2017

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Starlit Diva

My mind has wings and wants to fly into galaxies where stars streak. Aloft on whispers and a sigh a hint of stardust on my cheek. Into galaxies where stars streak northern lights' neon gives me flair, a hint of stardust on my cheek starlit diva with solar hair. Northern lights' neon gives me flair through cosmic currents I do wing, starlit diva with solar hair enjoying my celestial fling. Through cosmic currents I do wing aloft on whispers and a sigh, enjoying my celestial fling my mind has wings and wants to fly. ~ 4th Place ~ Contest: End July Premiere 2017 Sponsor: Brian Strand Susan Ashley July 23, 2017

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The Age Of Summer Love



Our summer love began in Gemini with sultry eves of wooing escapades, and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh my lust you stirred with strumming serenades. Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies adorned with precious gems of bijou light, before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise you’d shower me with diamonds of the night. Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love, a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars with rhythmic teasing, undulations of unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars. The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~ still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze. May 15, 2018 *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

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