Sue Santiago
Children's Writer & Sometimes Poet
Wispy Reminder
There's a wispy sheet of cloud Just out of arm's reach It slides to the left It slides to the right It turns counterclockwise Making the world roll sideways When it hovers above Like a shifting xray I feel seen beyond My jeans and t-shirt To the truth of me In all my shades of gray ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Worth It
even if eternity is only a moment of absolute, pure love that is enough that is everything ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Scents & Sensuality
Photo by Lada Rezantseva
Delayed Response
On windy days
my words ride and swirl
dip then climb
before reaching my child's ears
in her reading tree
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Momma Used to Say
You have two ears and one mouth use them in that proportion When you're pointing your finger at someone else, You're pointing three fingers back at yourself Never show up empty handed Mind your manners, Remember whose you are. It's good to have lots of friends but keep your own mind I cut your sandwich in half so you can share with a friend without People can't hear you if you're yelling at them Everything's okay when you obey Did we forget? (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
High Price of Hypocrisy
One side says, Protect the embryo And the rights of the shooter One side says, All are welcome, But not white Christians One side says, Ban books Keeps guns One side says, Safeguard stories Censor people One side says Love others, unless . . . Don't judge, except . . . When we lose The United in these States of America The outcome is inevitable Can there be room For passion and peace Uniqueness and unity? Without the common ground, Strongest in our overlap, Divided we will be, deservedly fallen It's a choice. ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Keep It Simple
Deeper
Photo by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi
The Rain Will Come
Perhaps it's the war
with the death of a son
with the sacrifice of a father
Perhaps it's the year of query
of beautiful story without a reader
of skillfully written, but --
Perhaps it's months of illness
and having little to control
and having less to try
This creative desert only
deepens my thirst
drives my next step
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Of kindling and ember
Just Enough
In the shade of the Rotem I catch my breath rest, relief, recover just enough to move forward, journey on trust the story, remember hurt, healing, hope then offer shade to another on this rugged route to give just enough care, comfort, encouragement to carry on (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Seedtime Hope
steady now the birds collect twigs the trees bud with promise the grass stands vibrant the wind arrives gentle and new hang tight ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Helping Hand
when i'm stuck lost in my world wandering along twisting spaghetti brain lanes i get caught in a loop need You to straighten my thinking, keeping me moving forward, teaching me to roll through a stumble to deliver some truth ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Finding Inspiration
we writers sometimes poets players of words collectors of ideas pluck from the muck pull pearls string bracelets to seduce the muse ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Confident Woman
She's every bit
the confident woman
Her clothes are pressed
hair styled, shoulders back, chin up
She has her purpose
mission-minded, laser-focused, prepared
She's every bit
the confident woman
Across the table sits
her mirror image in younger form
They sip their coffee,
click keyboards, shuffle papers, tackle to-dos
She's every bit
the confident woman
She instructs her daughter
in ways of life, of work, of world
Maybe a little jealous
her daughter's insight, strength, sense-of-self
Becoming every bit
the confident woman
her mother only feigns
(C)2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Twelve Tiny Treasures
These twelve words written on my heart constant companions my hope and breath my anchor and wind Remember, I am with you Always Until the very end of age (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Dandelion Seeds
a stream of consciousness connects trouble to trouble to trouble gun violence domestic violence no solutions nonsense health declining, covid rising civil unrest pivots like a windsock Ukraine. Oh, Ukraine. my heart weeps my anger boils but my hands feel confined in this spectator's straight jacket Take a breath, oh my soul Sprinkle random acts of kindness Into my space in this world Let them catch a zephyr Let them spread like dandelion seeds (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Such a Brat
This bossy story pricks and pesters. It's such a brat. Doesn't care I'm uncertain. Inspiration pokes and prods 'til I pay it some attention, like my pup with her ball incessant 'til I play with her What if I ignore it? Ha! The muse will ruin my dreams to wake me, to make me write (c) 2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Superpower
These Hands
There's a pair of older hands Clacking away on my keyboard Crinkles and creases, mercilessly dry Where did their prowess go? Thicker now, age spots on the horizon Beyond the power they once yielded They've realized their true strength Being lent to another in love, regardless of like ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Little Muse
Beneath my desk Content to rest at my feet My faithful pup Inspires the writer in me ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Rain Dance
Singing In Springtime
It sounds like I am on hold. Or the ring of a dying phone. The cell in my hand is silent. My laptop before me behaves. Beyond the window a blue bird, a new-to-me type, plays statue in the budding young maple. It hops and warbles a song unfamiliar. Perhaps it's eaten a robotic worm. Maybe I'm swallowed by technology. It's been too long since spring last. Time to fine tune these ears of mine. ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Careless Poets
Poetry
Elevates language
Careless poets intimidate,
Torturing meaning beyond comprehension
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Authentically Me
Stark
Soft Landing
System Check
Palms?
Sweating
Knees?
Wobbling
Stomach?
Squeezing
Tongue?
Thickening
Cheeks?
Reddening
Mind?
Racing
Words?
Fleeing
All systems are a-go
Speech Time
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Reliability
Tax Time
I Write Poetry
While world players position their pawns for battle, I write poetry. While a desperate mother steals her children to safer borders, I write poetry. While young women are bartered their dignity for dollars, I write poetry. While I pray for peace and purpose, mine out the voice I've been given, I write poetry. To shine light into dark places, distill hope in the hurt, I write poetry. ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
A Time to Dance
When news from my inbox sets my feels a-whirling, my feet a-twirling my pups content to craze by my side it's near impossible to settle my mind -- my mettle is permitted to tarnish for a day Tomorrow the refresh button will tire of my touch. I'll ground myself, dig deep, press on. But today I dance hopes high on cloud nine, grateful I never gave up ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
This is Joy to Me
A teenage boy retelling his day to his dad. Siblings besting each other, sounds of disgust, responded with laughter. Someone else doing the dishes. This is joy to me. A walk through the woods with four-legged companions. Exploring roads to somewhere, anticipating what the next bend holds. A breath-taking skyscape. That familiar voice after far too long. This is joy to me. When my world shrinks as molehills grow into mountains surrounding me, I remember the Light. How it shined brightest in darkest times. Praise raises, righting my perspective. This is joy to me. That I could wax on about this 'til my candle burned out, This is a joy to me, too. ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
The Dance
mining joy
joy mined in the moment
crumbles the hardness of the day
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My protectors sure wore themselves out and need some sleep. Maybe I should pop some popcorn. hehehe
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