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SUSAN JOHNSTON OWEN-JAZZ  /  SITE OWNER/MUSICIAN, WRITER,ARTIST, ELEMENTARY AND SPECIAL EDUCATION TEACHER (RETIRED)

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LOVE /ROMANCE

POETRY-LOVE AND ROMANCE

Susan Johnston Owen ©

 



Can One Love a Stranger?

 

He has yet to hold her

near  her spirit,  his presence is felt.

His scent she's yet to capture

yet,   his effervescence.steals her breath.

 A taste  yet savored, pleasured,

her lips have  kissed his thoughts.

She has not been blessed with his embrace

still he is so dearly missed.

 

He caresses her gently

through  carefully chosen words

soothes her soul with laughter,

captures her attention,  she becomes whole.

This reality causes some friction

on many nights of lonely

consumed with "if only".

Window slightly  raised

so close, yet so far.

His location  mystery

yet her heart wants residence there.

 

Wishing he could hold her

needing  him to console

if only, his fingertips

could catch her tears as they fall.

Hoping  he would hear her souls’ sighs

as  she ponders a confused heart.

 

Listening intently to each syllable he projects

whispering to all others

so only he can savor her voices’ tone.

Replaying their sessions of conversing

physically absent, soulfully present, yet still alone.

Shuddering from him as  breezes pierce the skin

unable to express this overwhelming emotion

coaxed out  by knowledge of his being.

 

How does one speak of someone

they have barely begun to know?

How is it that here she sits

yearning for his touch,

believing that they

will not remain separate beings.

In clear view of potential emotional fallout

Will two people drawn to each other….

Oh, damn, can one love a stranger?

Should this insanity be cured ?

SJO/JAZZ 6/6/2011


Azure Blue Delight

 

Staring into azure blue beauty,

her mind whirls in deep desire.

Enticed by magnificence afore her,

drifting into powerful serenity

comforting every inch of her body,

ounce of her being in the security of him.

 

Tenderness rests in sculptured limbs,

comforted by muscles born of hard labor.

They exist in one body to be shared

as a treasure never taken for granted

by a lady love who sees beneath the rough,

into eyes of azure blue affection.

 

One look into the depth of his soul,

she knows nothing more precious, whole.

 Susan J. Owen



So They Thought

 

The uptight lady from the local bookstore,

met the construction man who was next door.

They sat together on the park bench for lunch,
looked at each other their talk wasn't much.

She looked at him, thought, he's too rough, no style,
he looked at her, thought, I don't like her smile.
They relaxed to eat and words started to flow,
the fancy lady forgot he drove the backhoe.

They laughed for an hour, enjoyed their chat,
said goodbye, thought, that was that.
Soon they were meeting at the bench everyday,
words, thoughts, ideas, they had fallen that way.

Now they're together love what they bought,
weren't what each other wanted, so they had thought.

sjo/jazz
8/19/2009

 

 

Between Roses and Thorns

 

The passage of time

is the only wisdom

that finds truth in love,

friendships, happiness

life with fulfillment.

 

The passage of time

as we watch children

crawling, then walking

into this vast world

no one can explain.

 

The passage of time

makes hearts swell

or bitterness fester.

trapped in pain,

sticks its' thorns.

 

Reality wakes us

to see what keeps

strong through its' grace.

In the beauty we hold onto

life's treacherous journey.

 

It wakes the heart,

freeing it to move

embracing love.

Were it not for sight

of things seen as glorious,

 

Bearing the wicked in shadows,

never leaving, we'd weep.

May hearts swell to see good,

let the shadows fall away.

 

Only leaves will die

after souls waken to joy,

as the rose

colors our world with glory,

the thorns will fade.

 

sjo/jazz 9/20/2009

 

 

 

 

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