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One Clear Voice: A Journey in Poetry
One Clear Voice: A Journey in Poetry
One Clear Voice: A Journey in Poetry
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From The Prayer At The Coffee Shop, to This New Day, take a journey in poetry as one woman works to hear that One Clear Voice within on a quest to accept the ... gutsy when green, potent, and rarely passive person she was meant to be.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateJan 20, 2005
ISBN9781469119069
One Clear Voice: A Journey in Poetry
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Susan Richard

Susan Richard has been a radio personality in the New York metropolitan area since 1986, and is currently heard on 1010 WINS. As an actor, Susan has appeared in New York productions of Pierre and Marie, How To Go Out On A Date In Queens, Earth And Sky, And Miss Reardon Drinks A Little, and Super Eros among others. Susan writes because theres something satisfying about not only finding the right words, but speaking them, clearly.

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    One Clear Voice - Susan Richard

    morning

    The Prayer At The Coffee Shop

    Dear God

    I welcome the opportunity

    to understand more fully

    who I am, and

    I promise to work

    to embrace the possibility

    of who I might yet

    become.

    I accept your challenges

    your guidance and

    your lessons. I ask

    only for the courage

    to trust in You

    and the strength

    to receive your gifts

    with dignity

    and love.

    Amen.

    Breakfast

    I knew I had made a pact with you

    that day at the coffee shop

    when I sat there eating my toasted bagel

    no butter just jelly

    strawberry if you have it, please,

    and I vowed to thank you

    no matter what. With dignity

    and love, I promised, eyes open wide

    in graceful surrender to our plan.

    I say our plan, because even with you

    I would be sure not to, once again,

    lose myself completely in

    the arms of a man.

    I have decided that you are male

    because for some reason

    it’s what I need right now.

    And while I prefer to let

    the earth mother me from below

    there is something delightfully

    sensual, satisfying—some ‘s’ word

    about you coming from above

    looking down in knowing affection;

    a look that’s sure enough

    to quiet my thoughts, yet

    secret enough to shake me up.

    Over coffee I promised to trust you

    and you promised the truth.

    I said I would be brave and

    you swore that I would know.

    We kissed softly on a deliberate Amen

    and then I paid the check,

    the first of my dues, I suppose,

    with a generous tip too,

    a full belly, a steadied pen,

    a brand new pair of walking shoes,

    and the green light for

    go.

    The Moon

    I kept looking out the window

    my neck twisting until I had to stop from pain

    not wanting to leave it

    I was hooked on this thing

    huge and round, white and glowing

    like a gigantic alien eyeball

    imperfect with its rough curves

    but good enough for me

    a metaphor for something in my life,

    no doubt.

    It was closer than usual

    and I felt like a small bird

    peering from the nest

    curious, but not yet ready to fly the coup

    as the jet engines hummed

    and I became very aware

    of the risk of flight. I realized

    how things seem so over there

    sometimes

    across the street

    with a nasty traffic jam in between

    as I wait on my side of the road

    in real indecision

    glimpsing whatever might be in my thoughts:

    Prince Charming

    thunderous applause

    a moment of inner quiet

    or the yelp of a perfect newborn.

    I stared and stared trying

    to pull something out of it

    suck life from this big dead ball

    just hanging in space

    rising the tide

    and moving in sync with me

    —I am like the moon!

    What a pompous thought, I think, and

    although sometimes I want to

    give it back

    this time I found myself wanting

    to take it in—

    Let me out of this plane!

    Fly me to the moon and let me

    sail among the stars!

    An old song, but

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