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SUZANNE'S STAINED GLASS POEMS

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BEAD poems!

SONGS OF LIGHT

Ancient wooden pews

sit quietly and listen,

Hearing songs of light.

Colors dance around you

soothing eyes and souls.

Light dancing through

bits of colored glass.

Tilt your head to the right,

catch the glow through purple glass,

Singing praises

to the sun.


NIGHT

Haunting images

Hiding in the night

Waiting for the

morning light.

Day breaks

Magic begins

once again.

Changing colors

Changing light

Images sparkle

Eyes delight.

Beautiful windows

dreading the night.


LAMPS

Lamps aglow

lighting the night.

Bits of glass

to soften harsh realities.

Lamps aglow

wait the return

of children

out too late

Parents pace

with furrowed brows.

only colored glass

to soothe their fears

Home again

All is right.

A sigh, a hug

and off to bed.

Lamps aglow

lighting the night.

Bits of glass

to sweeten the dreams.


CUSTOM ORDERS

Birthday presents, graduations

Bon Voyage gifts for vacations

The Christmas rush is drawing near

Could we postpone it just this year?

How do the deadlines come so fast?

I'll make it if my luck can last!

My cutter races, the grinder hums.

I dropped a piece. I'm just all thumbs!

I've wrapped the foil around my neck.

I've cut my thumb. Oh, what the heck!

Orders are filling a long, long list.

This makes me happy! I asked for this!


LISTEN

Sit quietly on

ancient wooden pews

listen to the sounds

of color, shaped by songs in praise of light

Light dancing off glass

moving to sparkling rhythms

sending messages of fire, sand

and timeless beauty

Hymns of praise sung by light through glass


FURNACE

Shovels of sand,

elements rare

mixed with care

The smells of molten glass

foretells the beauty within.

Furnaces glow.

Red from molten glass

casts a healthy glow

to faces glistening

with sweat.

Bells clang,

muscles tense.

strong men ladle

buckets of fiery hell.

Working in perfect rhythm,

A ballet with no music.

tossing, mixing,

watching for the

perfect time.

Toss it in,

roll it out.

Glass cools.

Colors emerge to wait

for choosing by

an artisan's

practiced eye.


 

 HOT GLASS

Artists inspired by secret messages

whispered

by colored glass.

Tortured elements

touched by flame.

Changing.

Flowing.

Sweat dripping from

brows of men

flirting with fire.

Beauty emerging from

infernos into the quiet.

Glass, born of sand and fire

comes to life in

frozen beauty,

fragile strength.


TIFFANY

Wisteria blossoms

gracefully falling

over marble columns,

elegant swans gliding by.

Monumental

landscapes.

Orange pumpkin in

harvest field.

Training the light to sing

songs of Joy

songs of Spring.

Bending light with care

to bring a glow

to images strong.

Artisans of long ago

Inspiring now.

Captured in glass

blossoms will not fade.

Lovely lady emerging

from her bath

will not age,

captured

in glass.


IN HUSHED CATHEDRALS

In hushed cathedrals

vivid images dance on ancient

stone floors worn smooth by kneeling.

Sunlight through

bits of colored glass

weaving patterns

on faces of worshipers.

Singing praises to the sun.

Colors dance,

soothing eyes and warming souls.

In hushed cathedrals

vivid images dance on ancient

stone floors worn smooth by kneeling.

Someone.

Unknown.

Craftsmen of ages past,

leaving legacies of

beauty in glass.

Generations blend

in timeless marches,

worshiping, awed,

inspired by ancient glass.

Generations sharing unknown bonds,

embraced by arms of colored light.



SELF ANALYSIS

Compulsion? Obsession?

Demonic possession?

Here's a suggestion!

Why question???


EMPTY PEWS

Wooden pews

listening to the sounds

of color

shaped in songs

by light

through glass.

Silent.

Speaking tomes of beauty.