Pieces of Me

By Judy-Suzanne Sadler

Ive been very lucky to have seen most of the beautiful parts of this country: from the Atlantic to Pacific coasts. Some of these places appear in my poetry; along with people Ive met and loved, and the sorrows and joys woven into my life. I also love history and space science and find those analogies creeping into the literary devices Im most fond of.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496940483

Judy-Suzanne Sadler

Ms. Sadler was born on Long Island, and grew up with a love of the sea. At 17, she moved to Ohio to attend various colleges. She majored in Physical Education and English, with minors in Health Education and Vocal Music. After 9 years of teaching P.E., English Lit., Creative Writing and Theatre Arts, she moved to the Southwest. She spent 35 years teaching and counseling on the Navajo and Ute Mountain Indian Reservations; as well as in Montrose and Cortez Colorado. She obtained her Masters’ Degree from Northern New Mexico State U., and her Gifted Certification from the State of Arizona. She still resides in the Four Corners area, with her animals.

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PIECES OF ME…

Pieces of me,

        strewn haphazardly

        across the universe:

                peeking slyly out from

                beneath clouds,

                        or partially obscured

                        within curled petals.

Surprised by sunrises,

tripped up by night shadows,

        crouched uncomfortably amid

        drought-ridden cracks

                in this worn earth-skin;

        or scrambling helter-skelter

        through star-dust––

                reaching in vain

                for the threads of your soul

                        unraveling

                                just

                                        beyond

                                                my grasp…

SPACE DUST

Timeless space dust:

        obscuring the galaxy’s

        vast spectrum of light;

                misdirecting what we

                THINK we know,

                        and filtering our reality

                        through cloaks of

                                translucent reflections.

Like a mirrored fun-house chamber,

        the leftovers of solar birth

        trigger multiple possibilities…

Light years from truth,

        waiting through impatient eons,

                are we truly alert enough

                in our attempts to discover

                        the heart of the cosmos?

SNOW

Frigid; gleaming

in diamonesque dances,

feathery six-sided prisms

reflect the shivery shadows

of the moon.

In frozen whispers,

each flake flounders

toward the ground

in a diabolical parody of death––

but no colder or

more empty than your

good-bye…

LOVING YOU

My hands read the contours

        of this form I love…

                Joyfully, I romp again

                in your depthless playground,

                        my touch calling you…

But even though

I long to wrap myself

        around you,

                it is the geography

                of your mind

                        that makes my soul burn…

FUTURE…?

What I wouldn’t give

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