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Posts from the ‘Poem’ Category

Keys – Senryu

This Senryu was written for I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu.

Piano Haiku

Music from the past

Broken keys once played with love

Lonely forgotten

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

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The Centipede – A Poem

I saw a centipede today

They have the hairiest legs, I say

There you go down the drain

Back to where you once came

A creepy crawler is what you are

The ugliest bug by far

Multiple legs are what you have

Don’t you dare make me mad

I saw you walking down the stairs

Surely you thought I wasn’t aware

One day I saw you on a wall

Got interrupted by a call

In China, they eat you deep-fried or grilled

Which makes me feel very ill

Runaway and hide today

Never come back any day

 

Man holding Scolopendra giganteaTrinidad, 1961

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Spellbound

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Image by Bing N. from Pixabay

 

I sat in silence staring across the room

My heart a flutter as I assumed

You were alone and staring back at me

Never had I felt to this degree

Never did I ever foresee

What was about to happen to me

There was no doubt at all

All that I felt was enthral

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Sammi Cox – Weekend Writing Prompt #113. 

 

 

Bridge or Fence

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She Was the Sun

This poem was written in response to July Writing Prompts over at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.

She was the sun

She warmed my heart

I never knew that we would part

She was so young

It wasn’t fair

Still, I see her everywhere

She dries my tears

When I cry

Wanting her to be alive

She comes to me in the night

When I dream all is right

She was my mother

And will always be

A big part of me

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

A Painted Poem

June 27 Flash Fiction

This post is for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves paint. It can be fresh, peeling or in need of a coat. What is being painted and why? Go where the prompt leads!

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I had a picture painted in my mind

But where was I going to find

Someone who completed me

To give them my hearts key

 

Then one night

My heart took flight

Meeting you, such a delight

 

I want to paint you a picture in a poem

How long it was, how long I roamed

To find a person that would love me

One who wanted to spend an eternity

 

The night I met you I started a new life

One year later we became husband and wife

Thirty-two years have now passed

Baby it has been a blast

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

Follow Your Dreams

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She longed to write poetry ever since she was three

determined to be a writer was her dream you see.

At six she decided she’d write a book one day

then someone told her she should write a play.

In school, she took a class all about Poe

and had to write a story to show what she did know.

When she was a young adult, she wrote poetry about life

and when she was older, they were about wildlife.

In her fifties, she wrote her first book

and followed her dreams without a second look.

She lived a simple fulfilling life

as a mother and a wife.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

Written for Denise’s challenge; Six Sentence Story using the word simple.

Bundle of Sticks

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Bundles of sticks lay on the forest floor

Thinking to myself,

What a score!

Baskets I could make and

I would with no mistake

Carry them back to my cabin,

I put them in my wagon

Suddenly I stopped

and thought

Someone made these bundles

and then I heard a rumble

I put them back quick

thinking I was slick

I grabbed the wagons handle

This walk no longer a ramble

I ran as fast as I could

All turned out good

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Beauty of Nature – Haiku

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Natures gifts to us

Beauty surrounds us daily

Soaking it all in

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

Encased in Clay

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This poem is written for What do you See challenge over at Willow Poetry.

 

I died a very long time ago

Encased in clay, broken, total dismay

Now here I stand with head in hands

Staring blankly across the lands

My soul is still alive

Even though my body died

I stand in wait

Wanting to be taken to the gate

Yearning for my soul to be set free

Will it ever be?

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019