“Making an Entrance”

 “Making an Entrance” 

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán 

Making an entrance stealing the show 

beating out a tune dancing up a storm 

swinging from the rafters 

taking a pronounced bow 

to loud shouts of, “Bravo!!!”…

“Trickling In”

 “Trickling In”

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán 

Trickling in sinking in 

like cosmic glitches 

as experienced beneath 

the brilliantly dizzying 

starlit skies of winter 

questioning,

 “What really lies within?”

by probing the extended missions 

of ticking off the mean figures of bubble teas…

“This Shouldn’t Be”

 “This Shouldn’t Be”

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán 

This shouldn’t be

shrinking ice sheets 

oozing like silly putty …

" Making Resolutions "...

" Making Resolutions "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Making resolutions
ringing out the old
via fitness pros for hangovers
as widely shared posts
for social growth the world over

expecting to reopen
letting truths be told
like conceded notions
being provokingly retweeted
by irrational regimes minus unity

with the hopes of winning big
but costing a great deal
beefing up hostilities
unceremoniously screaming,
" TALK IS CHEAP!!! "...

" On the Brink "...

" On the Brink "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

On the brink
aching for people

torn over refugees
during biting winter evenings

being deprived of sleep
outlasting repeals

for the intrinsically
weak at the wheel

traveling out to sea
while experiencing ocean warming

like yellowtail black sea bass
herring and mackerel

as mismatched catches
for pining activists

barring the miraculous
coming out of smokestacks

via gargantuan plants
all at a fraction

upon reaching
critical mass...

" Boding "...

" Boding "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Boding
kicking
slumping

notoriously
bleak
curtailed
appeals

renewed
inquiries
deteriorating
leads

coming
face to face
in the field

guts and glory
sawed off
looking small

recently recalled
sounding off
all the more

upon finding flaws
via fountains
of tortoises

murmuring softly
scarcely forlorn
more deplorable

nights before
sadly at war
crowds overall

sweeping across
swarming lighted torches
held aloft...

" A Wellspring "...

" A Wellspring "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

A wellspring
warmth delicacy
sparkling sweetness
mercifully far-reaching
themes of inescapability

agingly bittersweet
via tugging heartstrings
spawning little recourse
in no particular order

squelching disappointments
for the already careworn
warts and all bulldoggishly haunting
anything but extraordinary

inaccurately abstract simply flattened
at first glance bound by gravity
as a constant companion
compulsively re-enacted
by the holding of hands...