Eyes filled with laughter,
sometimes with tears,
rebuke me when needed,
allay hidden fears.

Eyes filled with healing
conceal secret pains,
reflect what they’re seeing
with love that sustains.


© Susan Schoeffield 2011



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    Poetry

    For me, there's no more rewarding form of writing than poetry.  I love creating characters and storylines, but the challenge of painting a landscape in a smaller setting of words puts me in closer touch with where I've come from and who I am.  While not always positive or flattering, the poems define the person beneath the mask.  The earlier dated posts on this page are incorporated from two previous websites.   

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    May 2012