WISDOM

To question is to make us wise,
But only if our mind, our eyes,
Are open, fertile as the womb.
To nurture thoughts and not assume,
That our beliefs are sacrosanct.
Wisdom needs not to be ranked.

While knowledge is a basic need,
it’s not the power that makes us bleed.
If all our thoughts were told in speech,
Then lips need not seek each to each;
To make contact and sweetly know.
There’re other powers by which we grow.

The spirit that sets our life aglow,
Is not in that which we now know.
But rather that which we might learn,
Shared with a love that makes us yearn,
To say."That I must grow because I live
And life in me is what you give.”

Pikey.

Water

A glittering liquid pouring out
To an inner, enclosing silence -
And I’ll carve my devotions
In the gentle water
Or your pink champagne.
And I feel you draw me into it
Like salvation –
A promise to be found.

2007 Suzanne Bronson

The Wasp

My envy of flight and paper
Hangs in midair;
Buzzes around my head.
Delicate wings not made for distance
And structure not made to last.
The thing that I hate to need
And need to hate.

2007 Suzanne Bronson

The Kiss

I will watch your eyes
When I kiss you
Hoping to receive your sight.
And after I give
Every ounce of myself,
I will watch your eyes
When I kiss you.

2007 Suzanne Bronson

THOUGHTS

Judge not the man by what he owns,
Nor that which he may be.
Judge him only by the way,
That he treateth thee.

Much less be dazzled by his talents,
Lest in your fawning awe;
You fail the noblest quest,
To develop your own lore.

Pikey.