Sunday, November 13, 2011

Empty Chairs



This is supposed to be my field of dreams,
brown grass filled with empty chairs?
I pour words through the funnel of my soul
praying someone will hear me;
will understand my poet’s spirit exhaling poetry.
My words go unopened, unread,
a black alphabet speaking in muted voice.

Hopelessness taunts from the shadows,
but I won’t succumb.
I cling to my drowning dream.
Surely someone will come sit among my poems,
feel the words that my muse has birthed from me.
The universe is too vast for my verses
to not break through the silence.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Prompt: Magpie Tales 91

23 comments:

anthonynorth said...

Straight from a poet's mind. great words.

Michelle My Bell said...

How I always find joy, beauty and comfort when I sit to read you.

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh, Susie... I love this. I think we all can relate.

Fireblossom said...

A black alphabet. What a phrase.

Sue said...

I like the passion!

=)

Kay L. Davies said...

"I cling to my drowning dream" — wonderful response to the prompt, beautifully said.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Rinkly Rimes said...

A real feeling of loss and solitude pervaded your poem.

Doctor FTSE said...

Your poem perfectly reflects the mood of the photograph.

Jinksy said...

My words go unopened, unread,

I think we all feel like that at times. Thank goodness for Blogger!

Jo Bryant said...

so many wonderful moments in this one Susie - loved it

Martin said...

"...a black alphabet speaking in muted voice..." Nice phrasing.

Other Mary said...

Oh, I feel those words! Great opening line, really like the use of 'field of dreams' Kudos!

R. Burnett Baker said...

As long as you're still dreaming it, it's not drowning. I really like how you have drawn us all into these thoughts; thoughts we all have of expressing, sharing, and being shared...

Rick

Doctor FTSE said...

Almost unbearably sad, and the black alphabet is an outstanding poetic phrase.

Stafford Ray said...

With poems like this one, you will be read! But we all share that question of whether we are being acknowledged.

Brian Miller said...

oh i have a feeling they will come...smiles...tightly written...the black alphabet is really a great visual...metaphor...

Tumblewords: said...

pour words through the funnel of my soul - what a wonderful phrase and there are several more in this delightful piece...

Beyond Horizon said...

Yearning of a soul to be heard...superb!

Tarang Sinha said...

Positive expression in beautiful words:)

The Cello Strings said...

poetic and lovely.

Ginny Brannan said...

"...Surely someone will come sit among my poems,
feel the words that my muse has birthed from me."

A poet's hope for sure. I love your words, Susie. Nicely penned.

Morning said...

tight,

very much enjoyed it.

Ed Pilolla said...

you crawled inside my head here. nice!