SUSAN KAHIL - POEMS

Susan Kahil singer/songwriter/poet is originally from the UK but has lived in Southern Spain for the past twelve years.  In a secluded mountain valley on her olive, orange and avocado farm. Surrounded by nature lots of animals and wildlife is where she gets her inspiration for poetry and original songs.   
Susan likes to look for the beauty and infinite potential in all things.
 
https://www.facebook.com/susan.kahil
 

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​                     SHATTERPROOF HEART
 
They said her heart was unbreakable
Bullet and shatterproof, scratch resistant, impenetrable
Against the wrath of hail, fire and brimstone
Then how the hell could ‘Love’ leave its mark a binding tone
With one delicate tender warm breath wave, whispering an
‘I love you’ of sanguinity
Subtly absorbed inside past a labyrinth of defenses unlocking
The doors to affinity
Releasing a kaleidoscope of fluttering butterflies
Flittering wings of lighted lashed eyes
Once a shatterproof heart now without encased armour
Freely beating to the rhythm of her consummate charmer

​                                   BECAUSE I
 
I don’t love you because I need you
I need you because I love you
 
I don’t love you because I want you
I want you because I love you
 
I don’t love you because you are me
I love you because I am you
 
I love you because I  

                            RED ROSE PETALS
 
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He gave his love a red rose
With a perfume that was heaven scent
And as they smelt that red rose
They knew their love was meant
 
As he marched off to war
She had tears in her eyes
And as they fell upon each petal
Her love he was crying inside
 
She pressed each rose petal
In a page of the good book
And sent one in each letter
Which he her love he took
He placed them inside a pocket
Close to his chest
When they brought him home
They laid him down to rest
 
She scattered red rose petals
Upon his resting place
And whenever she smelt a red rose
She remembered his beautiful face
 
When the time came for her to join him
Her final wish to be
That between their two headstones
To plant a red rose tree
 
Every year at autumn time
When the winds they did blow
The petals were scattered upon them
As a symbol of their love we know
 
The perfume from countless petals
Saturated the earth below
And after their headstones had crumbled
The red rose tree did grow and grow
 

​                                   Errors of fate
 
I tip toed across cotton-fluffed clouds
Skipped with the colour strands of the rainbow
Hitch hiked on a falling crisp golden leave of autumn
Skimmed sliding over the mirror of Venus a frozen lake
Did high fives with gushing waves as they rolled into shore
Pushing them back into the belly of the ocean
Danced under the spotlight of the suns veil
Held the breeze and shook it like a clean sheet
Until the ashes and dusts of wailing lost souls
Into my infinite became a turbulence of resurrections
Pleading their cases of a much to soon passage of tempos stolen     
Swirling and whirling humming to the tune of Henryk Gorecki’s
‘Symphony of Sorrowful Souls’
Picking up gathering their collections of lost hopes and dreams
From the deep mucky sediment of tear soaked screams
Now mosaic pieces embedded within the earths crust
Silence of their past awakenings echoed inside the errors of fates
Justice for the rhythms that were interfered somehow modified
A time-dependant equation with quantum potential of spirit
So I the weaver of destinations that were, shall be and are
Unclogged the eroded gears of horrors into reverse transposed
Squealing this beat less heart I pushed and resuscitated with cosmic breaths
Until rusted worn hands moved towards the wise direction of anti
Reset to make something out of absolutely nothing
All reserved spaces in time filled by the wretched unfortunate souls
Murdered, slaughtered, diseased or by accident waiting their dues
Only by the grace of a heavenly scent and a whispering willow
Did every speck of dust blown into obscurity become written
Penciled into the pages of the book of loves compassion
Into an understanding that all sufferings, destinies and joys 
Are but chains of events wrong or right good or bad interlinked
That there be an intelligence far beyond our mortal perceptions
Which will aggregate into a shimmering cluster of awareness
With a spring in my step I disappeared as a dampening mist into the evermore and the souls followed