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Friendship

I know your faults,
the holes in my gloves.
I feel you,
as if with my hands.
I see your face, as it laughs and weeps;
your joys are mine,
your sorrows and mistakes.
Sometimes, I wish for you
a friend, greater than I am.
Yet, I offer you myself,
my ears,
which yearn to understand.
The journey is ours;
this fragile life we have -
made of dreams;
the chatter of hopes, and plans,
made over coffee cups.

Copyright Suzy Davies. All Rights Reserved. 06/11/2016.
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Published on November 06, 2016 10:16 Tags: dreams, emotions, friendship, life, poetry

The Key.

I came across a hidden key,

and held it in my palm,

sequestered in a suitcase,

and how the years had flown.



The once bright metal, tarnished,

the brass was worn, right through,

yet, the memory, I remembered,

was the house, that I once knew.



I entered through the doorway,

and went through to a room,

where I often played the piano,

and mother sang, in tune.

The music drifted lightly

to a garden, of wildflowers,

and sun-bathed were the burnished lawns,

I languished there, for hours.



The breeze blew faint among the bows

of the old elm tree,

as I lay back with a book I read,

that brought it back to me.



I see your face,

you read the lines - the keeper of the key.

This was the time, of all the times,

that meant so much, to me.

Copyright Suzy Davies, 07/06/2017.
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Published on June 07, 2017 10:41 Tags: childhood-memories, life, memory, poetry, psychology

Portents

I can see her now -
reading tea-leaves;
the swirls and patterns
in the cup,
turned three times,
then inverted,
were shapes and signs
of a destiny,
too obscure to contemplate.
I hoped the hand of Fate
would not touch me,
unless the omens were good,
and then I’d believe,
and be happy.

I can see her now,
at the window
where she stood,
washed the dishes,
or prepared the food.
Her gaze the kind that
life makes perceptive.
I knew she knew things -
things that escaped me,
so deep they were
and near to Truth.

I can see her now -
“I want to write about
the sky,” I said -
“I’m thinking about the clouds
and the colors and the mood -
in the morning at sunrise,
or when evening comes,
or when the swallows
make bee-swarms
round the pier -
or when lightning strikes
during a storm
or when the sky’s
heavy and the gray sea churns
in winter time,
before the snow.

I can see her now,
when I said,
“All I see are the blue
skies of summer
and fluffy clouds
and rainbows
of my childhood
days of gold.
I can’t remember, Ma.
I can’t recall all
the skies
of all my years.”

Copyright Suzy Davies, 24/07/2017.
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Published on July 24, 2017 00:05 Tags: adulthood, childhood, clouds, emotion, life, memories, the-sky, the-years

Moment

I often see her, still.
True, she is beautiful.
I wonder about her,
in her youth.

She gazes out toward the river
life’s journey before her.
We share.
“It’ll rain soon.”
Her eyes, green grey.
The faraway-look, again.

I often see her, still.
In pictures. In movies.
They are less than her.
I do not see reflections
in her eyes.

She gazes out through windows -
mist shrouds the mountains.
She laughs, shaking her curls
that spiral.
Cascade.
I do not hear the breath
in her voice.

I sometimes see her, still.
In moments,
as if alone together.
The laugh, the voice, her eyes, the breath.
Reflections.
I wonder as she breathes through me
if, without her,
this moment
will let me live.

Copyright Suzy Davies, 2018 All Rights Reserved.
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Published on May 06, 2018 11:42 Tags: beauty, death, life, loss, love, meaning, memories, moments, poems, poetry, poets, time, writers, writing

Friendship

I know your strengths,
the way you make me laugh,
I sense your steps-
bare-footed-
on life’s paths.
See how you walk,
I’d know it again, I’m sure,
on deserted platforms
of stations
from before.

I hear your voice,
the wisdom that you speak,
in those soft notes
that always let me breathe.
Silences between us
speak of you and I
the timelessness of us,
no matter what comes by.

In your older glances,
I see the younger girl,
dark-haired and exotic,
you came from another world.
I wept, and you understood me,
the loss was also yours;
we faced death and it’s cruelty
before we were unfurled.

Clung together at the bus-stop,
clung together at home,
fought each others battles;
brought scars and trophies home.
Gossiped about outsiders
who were not you or I,
talked of those beside us -
didn’t notice Time go by.

I see your faults, invisible
to them.
I feel you with my heart, 
hide weaknesses and pain.
I see your face, whether laughing or in tears;
the knowledge of your friendship
always quells my fears.
Your triumphs and joys are mine, 
your sorrows and mistakes.
Sometimes, I wish I were
better,
yet, I offer you myself.
I offer you my ears, 
which yearn to understand.
The same oe’r passing years -
it’s always common ground.

This journey of life is ours;
this fragile life we have -
hold it in your hands
I’ll bless the dreams you have.
And as we sit together
in some little street cafe
we’ll always share our hopes, and plans, 
tomorrow - every day.
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Published on August 05, 2018 15:13 Tags: celebrating-friendship, friendship, gifts, life, poems, poets

Between The Shadow and The Soul.*

We flicker in candlelight,
creep in the dusk,
secret interlopers,
travel in dust.
Ages of carbon
wrought mortal frames,
each one of us unique,
but always the same.
Motion of breath ‘twixt
the tongue and the lips,
I speak a name
and the name, between, slips.
Meeting of eyes,
the I and I knew,
always a surprise,
the discovery of you.

Copyright Suzy Davies 2019. All Rights Reserved.
*Title Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s poem.
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