Poetry ~ Nightmare

My nightmare is too sinister

I really shouldn’t share

Do you see my hands trembling?

death is hanging in the air

I won’t’ survive the night

if this story makes the page

I hope you realize my peril

if the monster escapes its cage

Do you hear the chains breaking?

the metal bars have been breached

I know it’s too late to flee

the safest place is out of reach

I must stand and face the monster

use the weapons I’ve designed

warrior and monster are at the ready

this is a battle for my mind

Poetry ~ A Calamity of Chaos

It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new

No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few

Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all

‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on

as one world ended
and other began

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Sunday Confessions

Dear Reader,

Be forewarned, but not alarmed.

My posts and poetry will take a dark turn over the next few months. The long stormy nights of autumn bring out the “BOO!” in me ~ all things spooky and supernatural!

I’m also reading a sci-fi novel, so I’ll be throwing in some “end times” poetry to keep you on the edge!

I’m allowing my inner artist to run free … and letting my co-conspirator, Aunt Lizzie, out of the closet. She’s harmless. Kinda.

Until the snow flies ~ Beware!

Yours under the Quaking Aspen,


~ Sue, aka Aunt Lizzie

For history on my collaborations with Aunt Lizzie check out the following posts:

Lizzie’s Revenge

The Dead Poet

The Path