Su Polo


Su Polo







© 2013 Su Polo 10/31/13


There is a wind that is filled with the scent of the sea;
Freshness for a musty apartment.
Occasionally, in the airshaft between buildings,
The sound of a crow cawing, cawing, cawing –
Echoes as if from far off.
Then the smell of shampoo and sound of the shower.
Who is singing? I don’t know.
Hairdryer and various alarms. Wake up – go to work.
Get going all of us.
Music – muffled by windows and curtains.
A baby is crying.





© 2009 Su Polo


Here is poetry. In a space, a place by itself, this lonely
poem. This lonely poem, is searching for the words, the
words to make some sense in this space.
And here is art, with all excitement and hopefulness.
Hanging on the wall, waiting for poem to come along, and
make some sense with words in this space.
Waiting for the poetry, this lonely poem to come across
this art and recognize his face, because heʼs in a place
without words, a place by itself, this lonely place.
And here is beauty and hope and love. They are dancing
in a circle arm in arm, spinning and laughing. They find
the art and they find the poetry and they fill the space so it
isnʼt lonely and they lift us up with art and poetry to a
place that is filled with words and images that is tempered
by beauty and hope and love.
Theyʼve all gone off now… in search of music.


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Fool’s Paradise

© 2011 Su Polo


Fools who are lovers watching the sky
Their wishes on clouds rolling by

Fools who are lovers taking a chance
Listening for music – the gift of the dance
The gift of the dance

They carry their hearts like balloons on a string
Then over time, one by one, they take wing
Love has a way of doing that thing
to fools who are lovers just learning to sing

And if I could love you like a fool I would try
To send all my kisses on clouds ‘cross the sky
Singing and dancing a lovers’ delight
Making the world a Fool’s Paradise

To fools who are lovers the music is kind
Lifting their hearts far beyond the mind
Learning to dance isn’t so hard to do
That’s what the music will do to you.

Fools who are lovers – join in the dance
Join in the dance
Join in the dance.




The Distant Dismal Sounds
©2008 Su Polo 10/31/08


Inspired by a sentence spoken by my friend Eileen

Lost my job today
For budget cuts they say
The way things are these days
In the economy.

The world is trickling down
So is my bank account
The seeds of greed were sown
A long, long time ago.

I want to climb a hill
To where the air is still
And hear the distant dismal sounds
Of the world below.

Consider where to go
Now that my freedom’s here
Released from 9 to 5
Somehow I fell alive
I know I will survive
I know I will survive
To find the joy and thrive
I will survive.




Turning Stones

© 1994 SuPolo


A windy Day
Brings a sense of new direction
Of letting go
Relax of tension

Leaves are pinwheels on their branches
Twisting off some fall to water
To softly sail in swirling dances
Till some settle on a stone
To decorate with their dried bones
Their bones and bones, their dried bones

So beautiful.

The churning waters of the stream
Speak ceaselessly of living dreams
Secrets someone needs to seek
Drifting lines to cross and keep

Waterfall and tumbling stones
All writing on the Earth of home.




By Su Polo


Oh you last, bright sliver of Sun
I watch as you set down between buildings
with my heart
In waves of light
Sine, Cosine,
Sine, Cosine.

My heart rides the
Tangent Boat.

I sing my heart.
The sound pours in
Watery waves,
Sine, Cosine,
Sine, Cosine.

My words ride the
Tangent Boat.

Footsteps take me across town,
Heels rapping the pavement
Echoing up and down town,
Sine, Cosine,
Sine, Cosine,

I pace the deck of the
Tangent Boat,

Rocking along

©1998 Su Polo


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Erik Frandsen & Host singing at Café Vivaldi
LABELS: PHOTO ©2009 SU POLO 080309


A Night On The Town


Out last night – walking & subwaying all over the Downtown New York City East and West Side. Playing my dulcimer whenever possible and everybody within earshot seems to enjoy it. Started with playing 2 songs at my Saturn Series Poetry reading at Nightingale Lounge, then took the L crosstown & A downtown to west 4th st. (played in the station while waiting) to Café Vivaldi. Sit down to listen to the open mike Banjo player and I am handed a plate of Black Forest cake for the lovely singing hostess’ birthday. Glass of Merlot goes well with that. Hearing some fun music and next there is Jim Petrie playing his guitar & song. He came to the music open mike I host recently (suggested by poet friend Puma Perl) and I also bumped into him at Falcon Ridge Folk Fest. So fun to run into people like this. I play one song at Vivaldi too, at the end of their open mike (i got my nerve up and asked since there were 2 cancellations and the lovely host was kind to let me in on the list.) I even remember to announce my book is at St. Marks Books and my open mike on wed. It turns out that « The Closer » is Erik Frandsen who’s sitting at the bar with sunglasses on, surrounded by several lovely young women of course. He chimes in about the open mike and the great feature. We’re treated to a marvelous short set of charming whit and wisdom from this master songwriter & finger style guitarist. Just wonderful. Erik then announces that he’s coming to my open mike on Wed 8/5 to sit in with David Massengill (the feature) So maybe some of the others there will tag along. Getting more excited about Wednesday’s event. Then I am off to the Ear Inn, seeing as it’s nearby and as they always have late music on Monday nites. Gratefully, I hear some Rockabilly & Western Blues from the Times Square Romeos including some Lefty Frisell songs & Buck Owens. Having some nice mussels in white wine sauce with a lovely glass of Malbec makes this hole in the wall visit even more enjoyable. Then I head over to Arturo’s with the hope of hearing some great piano music from Harry Whitaker and others who may be sitting in with their instruments wanting also to sit in for a song, practicing Lullabye of the Leaves and In Other Words on the way there. (time for Jazz vocals – wouldn’t expect to play the dulcimer there!) but they were closing, oh well. Then I wander by The Bitter End but they don’t have anybody playing I want to hear, but I see the all night supermarket is open and stop in to shop for eggs & smoked salmon, then I head to Spring St. Station for the No. 6 train and play my dulcimer while waiting a long time. There are a lot of subway wreck & wreck crew hanging about waiting for something & some tourists liking my playing. Got off at 23rd street and people hanging out in front of what may be the only 7/11 in Manhattan waved hello to me (the lone musician) with their Slurpies in hand. Then to home. about 2 am. Wow, what a long walk that was. (and some subway) Thank you New York! Fun!















SU POLO  is a multitalented artist.
A native New Yorker, she is a writer of poems and stories, singer/songwriter with guitar and dulcimer, Jazz vocalist, photographer, painter, sculptor and computer graphic artist.  Her book of poems and stories, Turning Stones, is available at St. Marks Books NYC.  She is the founder and host of the Saturn Series poetry reading in its 21st year every Monday night in NYC. Su is also the set designer for the last 10 years of  the New Year’s Day Poetry Extravaganza.
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