Thursday, December 1, 2016




The moth, desperate and blind in the darkness,
searches for light
no one knows why
he is hypnotized to find is innate.

Getting close to it is not enough for him.
He must touch it...get inside of it
without any sense of danger
holding on to the mesmerizing glow,
too tight....

Blissfully, he falls
tissue paper wings are broken
Ah, for two seconds of warmth and pure joy
He found the light.....
and knew nothing more.


One day God will ask me
what did you do with the sweet gift of life
I bestowed upon you?
with your five senses
your arms and legs
your brain
your heart?
What have you produced
in my name?
I sure don't want to just stand there
in his Glory
blue eyes blank
in silence
mouth wide open.


"I've been sitting here looking out at the world
for a long, long time.
You don't see what I see,
because you're racing on by too fast, I'd say.
Slow down
You're going to miss it all.
You think you get forever?
Even ignoring the rules he gave us."

"Your neighbor doesn't have long, she's in a lot of pain.
Two houses down, there lives an old man,
his little dog has lung cancer....walking past your house,
he always says "I love your flowers"!
Ask yourself, what have you done for the least of your brothers?"

"Slow down, sit down...take a deep breath.

Call your mother, your sister and brother...your friend.
Don't call him just when you have trouble
When is the last time you got on your knees?"

"You see...I've been sitting here for a long, long time.
I stop and smell the flowers.
You do not see what I see.
Slow down, whatsoever you do......
The "forever" comes too soon.
Love deeply.
Love completely.
That is why you're here."


Sitting outside in the sultry August darkness
Nothing moves...not even one leaf
closing my eyes to hear the night noises
I hear a rhythym to it...cicadas, crickets and tree frogs
a 1-2-3, then 1-2...over and over
from the left...response somewhere from the right...
sychronized calls and answers
cricket love songs under the glow of the moon
he sings for hours to his mate.  His legs....a violin...
She falls to sleep with this summer serenade.  Ah, love!

Tree frog meetings...."hey Joe, it's going to rain again tomorrow".
"Yes, Gerald croaks, we will meet under the big rocks by the lake"!
"Ok", says Joe, "the kids love that place...great flies"!

I imagine.....
eyes still closed.
Under the shadows of the trees...the crickets and cicadas waltz
to the rhythym of the steamy symphony.


BARBARA SUEN is from Mishawaka, Indiana.  When not reading or "rock" painting, she is writing Poetry.  Her poems, inspired by gardening, animals, and the spiritual side of life, the sadness, and the joys.   Her poems have been published in "Potpourri Anthology Vol. 1", "Apple Fruits From An Old Oak",  "Dandelion In A Vase Of Red Roses". Also, published In several editions of "Soul Fountain" magazine and in "The Storyteller" magazine. My dream is to publish a full book of my poetry.


  1. Hi Barbara your poetry is flawless.. I am loving to read you.. You are a star!!

  2. This writer will make you THINK AND FEEL. She uses words in all the right places and I love that about Barbara. She's one to watch for sure!!!!

  3. I am most honored and privileged to share this writing platform with such a brilliant colleague of the poetic art. Author Barbara Suen's poetry comes natural to her, as she draws from life experiences; the up's, the downs, as well as nature. Her magnificent writings leaves no stone(s) un-turned; making one cogitate after reading any of her poetic thoughts! Pittsburgh Author Renee' Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).

  4. I am honored to hear these wonderful comments about my poetry. It means so much to me, to share these pages with such accomplished and gifted poets. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Deborah Brooks Langford, Susan Joyner Stumpf, and Renee Drummond-Brown!

  5. I have always loved your poetry Barbra,,, You create the hidden nostalgic feelings about life and childhood so often missed... I do hope and pray you get that poetry book... You’re words evoke strong emotions and often tears....

  6. Thank you so very much Bonnie Jennings!

  7. Hi Barbara, the pleasure of reading your poems is soothing and peaceful. Life is not always what we expect but love is what makes your words shine.