Sunday, October 16, 2011

Reality Wake Me


I stand
plucking petals
a childish game of hope,
does he love me or does he not,
shameless
self induced heartbreak consuming
my thoughts, my emotions,  
reality
wake me


©Susie Clevenger

Poetic form:
Butterfly Cinquain-a 9-line stanza with a syllabic pattern 2 4 6 8 2 8 6 4 2
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12 comments:

Mama Zen said...

What a gorgeous write! Beautiful use of the form.

Marian said...

wake up, susie! wake up!
love your cinquain. write some more!!

Mary said...

Susie, visiting you from "Imaginary Gardens." Sometimes it is nice when reality awakens one, and sometimes it is good to just enjoy the dreams. Love this write, Susie.

The Old Raven said...

Nicely done. Emotion conveyed thoughtfully and artfully thru your words.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This form seems to embody the thoughts perfectly. Such thoughts as one would hold dear, and secret, close to the heart. In other words: just beautiful.

The Unknowngnome said...

Very nice. I'll have to try this someday. You did a good job, it reads flowingly.

♥●• ─░zdiher •●♥ said...

So beautiul poem.Your poem sare always soft .I love them so much .
I did not know that you have a face book page too.Gonna be fan there too ;).
Have a good day .

Laurie Kolp said...

Aww... beautiful!

Beyond Horizon said...

Even after knowing nothing will change...the childish game somehow raises hope...but alas the reality always struck painfully
so true emotions embedded in your few lines :)

Heaven said...

very nice form and indeed reality wakes us up from our playful games ~

hedgewitch said...

shameless self induced heartbreak--i can relate to that one. well said, and imaginative.

turtlememoir said...

Lovely verse - I think the butterfly is perfect for your poem's content. And these "childish games of hope"... sigh, it seems we never quite outgrow them.