"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Life Recycled


Life recycled
in scrap metal windmills.
We blow our wind
of glorious yesterdays in
rusty reminiscing,
squeaking on the listener’s ear.

© Susie Clevenger 2011

Photo prompt courtesy of Tess Kincaid, Magpie Tales #76

11 comments :

Helen said...

Love the rusty reminiscing angle ... must confess to a little rust here and there myself.

Nanka said...

The last line made me smile
"squeaking on the listener’s ear." and
"in rusty reminiscing"
Nice take on the prompt picture!!

Erratic Thoughts said...

Hmm that is Life, so true!
Loved your take...:)

Susie Clevenger said...

Helen..thank you for your response. I too have "squeaked" at times.

Susie Clevenger said...

Nanka Thank you...always happy to make someone smile

Susie Clevenger said...

Erratic Thoughts thank you. I also have been guilty of "squeaking" at times :)

Tess Kincaid said...

"...squeaking in the listener's ear" is wonderful. Squeak is one of my favorite words.

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Tess

Ginny Brannan said...

'We blow our wind
of glorious yesterdays in
rusty reminiscing,
squeaking on the listener’s ear.'

Loving your words, such a beautiful and perfect take on the prompt!

Jim Swindle said...

You said a lot, well, in few words. "Rusty reminiscing" is excellent.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Nice poem, Susie; it has a
catchy way of holding our
interest, and yet delivering
your message, showing us
several deeper meanings
beneath the simplistic
veneer.

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