Sue Santiago
Children's Writer & Sometimes Poet
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
My protectors sure wore themselves out and need some sleep. Maybe I should pop some popcorn. hehehe
Sue Santiago 