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

Friday, September 30, 2011

A Silent Shroud


Night comes as always,
a silent shroud placed upon
faith of his return.
She sits watching the moonlight
playing hide and seek
with thin clouds crossing the sky.
A broken heart beats
its melancholy rhythm
as tears cloud her eyes.
Prayers escape trembling lips,
please have tomorrow bring peace.



©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Choka Form Poem
5-7-5, 7-5, 7-5, 7-5 ...  7-7  Syllable pattern
My first attempt at writing a Choka

5 comments :

Tarang Sinha said...

This is beautiful!:)

Christine said...

today's prayers for tomorrow, all you can to is wait, nice write

Paige said...

Your poem is poignant. I can imagine
a woman, or two or three feeling just
these feelings tonight.

Ed Pilolla said...

the dawn brings hope for all life.
i read this thinking of going to bed heartbroken myself, and i knew that i would feel better after a night's sleep. sleep in therapeutic.

Mary said...

One doesn't know what each morning will bring, but one can hope/pray for reconciliation.

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