Bare Spirit Quotes

“Bare nocturne gleams,
a canopy of star light above.
A pent up constellation
of our restrained love.
Buried spirits we’ve become,
forbidden by our families
to surrender to our desires.

[Bare Nocturne]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Close your eyes and journey
into the world of golden lure.
Its path a light for the heart
to play in a new world breeze.

[Evergold Dream]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Stretching my arms out wide,
I absorb the sun’s radiant energy
and my soul soars very high.
I am flying freely like a bird,
fluttering my feathered wings,
which beat with renewed hope.

[Flying Free]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Summoning my energy,
I silence my inner screaming.
Twirling amongst the sparks,
I lift the hem of my skirt,
welcoming raw air onto my skin.
Awakening my warrior spirit,
I grasp my sword firmly in one hand.

[Warrior Spirit]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Extinguishing flame in ice cold,
I watch stinging scars form.
Standing solo under sheer white,
my ragged breath is iced.
I am as frozen as the death
that plagues my waking.
I am all who remains of my tribe.

[Warrior Spirit]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Still, this atlas breathes,
amidst the loss and sparks,
a world that ebbs
and seeks its flow.
Its paths unclear,
yet set in time
at traveller’s will.

[Atlas’ Groove]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“We look to the sky,
in search of fortune
as our feet bleed
across Atlas’ traps.

In deep dug holes,
a lingering groove
voices the wisdom
of its adventurer.

[Atlas’ Groove]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Like clay was the sand in my fingers,
moulding into hooded, echoing figures.
Past clay voices mixed with sea water,
gurgling words of anger and blame.

I now smear sand clay upon my dress,
white linen heavy with new marks.
I carry the harsh voices as I spin around
and open my arms to the lighthouse.

[New Clay Linen]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“The kite soars
high in the sky.
A myriad of colours
gliding by …
day swept.

[Kite Day]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Your light appears,
a throbbing glow
that stirs my soul.
Your deep, intense eyes
gaze straight into mine,
ablazing my light
with a fiery flame.

[Bare Desire]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“I could follow dusk always,
brushing it with stripes and dots
of simple beginnings
for us to share in time.

[Dusk Heart]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Dressed in white, embodying all ages,
I am a figure of a people who lit their way,
across the dark of night into light’s hope.
Right here, right now, I embody
the lasting energy of a people’s heritage.

[Trekking an Age of Light]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“I will find your words
playing outside in the sun.
They will drift in the breeze
and hide away from storms.
They’ll be comforting
in your own way ...

[Letter Jumble]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Single letters scrape against
bare paper as it flutters.
Sharp and tall they reach
for a whole word existence.

[Letter Jumble]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“For it is song that rings in time
as the tunes of life hum along.
Adding their own harmonies,
as they work out ways to be.

In my dreams the flowers bloom
into many happy human faces
who dance with me in the grass
and eat from shared food plates.

[Pearl Melody]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“When you hold me close,
I breathe in your
special scent.
You are my sanctuary.

[My Beautiful Mother]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Years have passed since my life met,
the weather at sail beneath its soul.
Like nature I tread the ever changing,
my heart and mind open to all I face.

[A Writer’s Company]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Aboard a boat of leaves I float,
allowing new stories to unfold.
Of cresting and falling winds,
streaking words across the sky.

[A Writer’s Company]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Bare and glistening blooms do reach,
longing to connect with my being.
Setting my feminine spirit alight
in a tightly wound body of darkness.

The promise of fortuitous fruit,
arouses my thirst to conquer
a world of madness and dark rule,
with womanhood as my stealth.

[Spring’s Touch]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Leaves I twist between my fingers,
closing my eyes as thoughts drift.
Into the momentous winds of time,
the red-orange will soon afloat.

For Autumn hues are unravelling
through the waning summer days.
‘Tis the season of yearning passion
and lyric to my heart and mind.

[Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Whispering wind,
a quiet breath
exhaled across years
of tiny, fragments of light.
Glowing in the breeze,
like silent fireworks,
accentuating my wanders
through life’s debris.

[Whispering Wind]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Echoes of a time still
splash in my ears.
It is persistent,
gently prying into the
silver moon of my mind,
where the tide has come
to shore and wallows.

[Mind Time]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“A flock of fairy wrens could land
on grass stalks in the medieval garden.
Splendidly whistling their fine stories,
fluttering their wings before the Queen.

The golden pear could be their gift,
a very rare find in a world so bleak.
The pear could be placed into the lap
of the very tired and aged Queen.

[Seeing Life Through the Bleak]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Gravel and road dust mark
my very taught torso.
Marks that have worn away
at my stressed skin over time.
The road tattoos are symbols
of stages of my life faced solo.

[Road Block]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“The dashed road lines glare
like harsh torch light,
forcing direction upon me.
I have followed the lines before,
unaware of their destination,
now caught in these crossroads.

[Road Block]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Your manicured lawn did dissipate,
revealing a garden dug with holes.
Secrets germinated deep within,
blossoming into botanical madness.

A mix of grass stalks and fallen leaves,
swept single letters across the ground.
Digging and planting them into the dirt,
you helped me bring earth to my words.

[Awakening North]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Walking dawn my steps are heavy,
the pebbles skirting into my heart.
Stones that are my weight of grief,
remnant dust of life once lived.

[Pebbled Grief]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“My feet stand in grass
mowed and wet,
drops of water shine.
It has rained,
so have my eyes.

[Sky Bound]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Your hand in mine,
an age of bliss
and miles
of wander across
lands we dare.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“Thick fog sweeps passed her,
dramatically dissipating away.
She exhales a relieved breath
and stretches her branched arms,
allowing finger leaves to shoot free.

{Spirit Tree]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall