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SUZANNE'S BEAD POEMS 
WARNING! This page is shameless self indulgence, but what else are web pages for?
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STAINED GLASS poems!

 FIRST GLANCE

She lowers her lashes,
steals a quick glance.
Knowing her beads
will make the light dance.

She tosses her head,
and turns it just so,
Allowing her beads
to sway to and fro.

His eyes seek permission,
and they speak of his needs.
Hers eyes give the answer
as she touches her beads.

She'll keep them forever
these beads made of glass
And fondle them gently
as her decades pass.

Time will not make
her memories dim
As she touches her beads
and thinks about him.

BEADS

Light dancing
off tiny glass beads
moves with rhythms
born of sand
and fire.

SELF ANALYSIS

Compulsion? Obsession?
Demonic possession?
Here's a suggestion!
Why question???

SHHH!

Be still
sit quietly
feel the colors.
vibrating
waiting
for changing light.

COLORS

Colors so vivid
chosen with care
Worn by both warrior
and maiden so fair.

 BEAD WEAVER

Shaped and woven, needle thin
 weaving out and weaving in.
Watch the colors gleam and glow,
watch the object form and grow.
 
Deep inside the magic starts,
builds within the weaver's heart.
Nimble fingers flying so
adding more beads row by row.
 

CHOICES

Pencil flies
Designs emerge
Choose the beads,
colors to blend
I know it's here
A shade so rare
Beads,beads,
everywhere.

Looking
Searching
It's here somewhere,
I know.
Piles of beads begin to grow
It's here somewhere,
I know.
I know.

FLIRT

Carried by dancing,
sparkling light
Message of love,
whispers of night.
She turns her head
arranges her hair
Sending a promise
of love through the air.
Carried by dancing,
sparkling light
Message of love,
whispers of night.
Message of love,
message of need.
Sent by the movement
of m'lady's beads

 SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Sleepless nights
Work all day
No time to play.
Inspiration may not last
Use the energy that comes
Now. It cannot wait.

Pots of coffee
Strong and black.
Grab a sandwich
Don't look back
Lights are burning
Through the night.
The mind is sharp
The body weary.
Don't give in
You need not sleep.

Time for rest, time for sleep
When the muse
Has given all.
When inspiration goes away
There will be time
To sleep.To play.

FRAGMENTS

Pieces of the
puzzle.

Fragments of
my mind.

Random thoughts,
waiting to be heard.

Waiting for permission
to vibrate

Swirling
Twirling
Waiting for release,

an invitation
to emerge.

CHRYSALIS

Renewal of
life past
Beauty trapped
within us all
Waiting for release
The metamorphosis
Our choice
when to release
 the power
Hidden within.
our personal
chrysalis.



ALL NIGHTER

Skill
Patience
Love of beads
Hours pass
Fingers ache
Night comes
Pushing bodies
past their limit
aching backs
bend over
Fingers pricked
It does not hurt,
not enough
to stop.
Clean it up,
ignore the pain,
back to work.

Dawn breaks
Exhausted
Time realized

Where did the hours go?
Inspiration does not wait
The time is right
Working
Working
Through the night.

EARRINGS

Tiny cylindars of molten glass
frozen in time to adorn m'lady's ears.