Suzette Richards

Rookie - 40 Points [Su] (Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

Suzette Richards Poems

1. Sweet Talking 5/1/2012
2. The Swirling Mist 7/8/2012
3. Writing On The Wall 7/15/2012
4. The Face Of Love 8/18/2012
5. Bowl 8/23/2012
6. Sacred Ibis 8/23/2012
7. The African Man 8/23/2012
8. Listen To My Tears 10/13/2012
9. My A - Z Affairs 10/20/2012
10. Crows 11/23/2012
11. On Dream's Frayed Edge 1/7/2013
12. Setting Sun 1/7/2013
13. Poetry In Motion 1/9/2013
14. Then Understand 3/4/2013
15. Autumn Dawn 4/22/2013
16. Rewards Bloom 5/28/2013
17. Breeze 6/5/2013
18. Inexorably 6/5/2013
19. The Foundlings 6/30/2013
20. The Bee 7/6/2013
21. Once In A Blue Moon - 20 August 2013 8/20/2013
22. Illuminate 9/6/2013
23. Where Do Birds Go When They Die 3/17/2014
24. Mildewed Expectations 5/27/2014
25. In Silence Lays The Answer 5/27/2014
26. To A Nunnery, Go 6/3/2014
27. Where Your Spirit Roams Freely 7/17/2014
28. In The Forest 7/17/2014
29. I Had A Dream... 9/15/2014
30. Petrichor Of A Waterfall 11/6/2014
31. 27 April 1994 4/27/2015
32. The Song Thrush 5/5/2013
33. Perception Of Freedom 10/6/2012
34. Cape Town Weather Forecast 10/9/2012
35. Freedom 8/23/2012
36. The Fish Eagle 8/23/2012
37. When The Final Bell Tolls 7/13/2014
38. Sand Castles 5/4/2012
39. Albatross 4/22/2012
40. The Caged Bird Sings 9/3/2012
Best Poem of Suzette Richards

Golden Autumn

The soft sunlight bathes
the last of the flowers.
The gentle sea breeze
kisses the branches,
releasing the sensual
scent of the lavender bush.

I'm drinking in the
moment - savouring it.
It spills over into
pleasant past memories:
People whom I've known
and warmly loved.

I reach out to an illusion
of strong emotions conjured
by the senses. Knowing it
will be lost as soon as
I try to capture it again.
Standing still now. Satisfied.

Autumn is slowing me down
to an enforced slower pace.
It is nature's way to ...

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Sweet Talking

It's dusky and smoky in the room.
People are talking too loudly,
laughing at a joke of which
the punch line was lost in the din.
I shift my weight on the stool -
the dimensions not quite fitting my shape.
My skirt rides up my thighs.
I leave it there and pick up a stare
from across the room.

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