Saturday, February 23, 2013

Sky A Haiku



Heavens Opening Up
Vibrant glorious

Passageway to Heavens gates

Serenely calming








Haiku is a Japanese poem that has a simple message. Usually three sentences that must have five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

On The Streets of Montreal

My inspiration to write this poem came to me one day while I was on Facebook. A dear friend and poet whom I'd met on HubPages, Vincent Moore, had mentioned that he was having a bit of a dry spell as far as writing. Both of us are from Montreal, and anyways the one thing I always think about when I remember back to my childhood is Montreal Smoked Meat Sandwiches. Sure you can get these delicious sandwiches other places but for some reason they just don't taste as good as they do at Schwartz's or Reubens's.

This poem is dedicated to one of my favorite poets Vincent.



Montreal Smoked Meat on Rye
Source: By chensiyuan (chensiyuan) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0


On The Streets of Montreal


On the streets of Montreal
Restaurants call
Smoked meat sandwiches
Dills on the side
Of course served on the best rye
Don't make me beg, don't make me cry
Mustard slathered with affection
Heated to perfection
A little fat deep inside
Makes my mouth water
With anticipation
Pile it high pile it high
How far do I have to drive
To satisfy my cravings
For such a delicious creation
I can almost taste it
I am aroused
Your aroma drives me wild
I need you now
Smoked meat how I desire you

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas


Thursday, February 14, 2013

Locked Away



A poem I wrote on how I imagined my father was feeling when he had to spend the rest of his life at a veterans hospital due to dementia and Alzheimer's, after having a stroke.
Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons



Lost Alone Sad and Forlorn
Lonely Depressed and Full of Mourn

Wondering how he got to this place
Was what happened such a disgrace

How could a stroke so easily provoke
His freedom from society to be revoked

Always waiting for the phone to ring
For the doctor to say release him

All he wants is to return to his home
He hates being here hates being alone

The days for him are all the same
They never ever seem to change

At times he accepts visitors with anticipation
But then sends them away with pure frustration

Wanting always to be unconfined
Never to happen only in his mind

Sitting in silence with the curtains drawn
Everything of importance is now gone

Sleeping away the nights and the days
The only escape till he passes away

© Copyright 2011 Susan Zutautas

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Icicles Through My Window



Nightcicles
Nightcicles
Source: All photos by Susan Zutautas
Cold yet magnificent
As they sparkle in the sunlight
Hard and brilliant
True beauty shinning through
Patterns of light
Skipping across the snow
Dripping as they melt
Yet freezing to the touch
Long and thinning
Some just beginning
While they grow
The process is slow
Blade like if they were a sword
As cars pass by
In the night
They sparkle with delight
In the dark they glow
No two are alike
From the eaves of the roof porch
They hang
All lined up in a row
Staring at them
Lost and alone
Lights all out
They are still bright

©Copyright 2010 Susan Zutautas

Thursday Morning Turmoil


I arise at six to start my day
Maybe I can actually write something today
Coffee in hand I log onto to search
Sitting comfortably upon my perch

My sons alarm goes off and I hear him move
Coming downstairs with his guitar to groove
Picking and strumming and playing so loud
Wishing he would just go and jump on a cloud

I am trying to read as I had searched up a topic
But this young rock star's making my mind myopic
I finally give up and hide in the kitchen
To start a new mission
Washing last nights dishes
With some ambition

Everyone finally leaves and I sigh
The house is now empty just the dogs and I
I sit back down  with such delight
Today I will just write and write

The dogs want out and are barking at the door
Up I get again once more

Back again for a third try
My computer crashes
I just want to cry

I reboot.. login and read once again
The dogs are now barking outside at their friends

Up again I get and think
Will my day ever begin?

All is now quiet as I write this poem
The dogs are now sleeping and I can begin
To try and start a new poem and hopefully win