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

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Alone


my fingertips touch
the empty air of alone
help me feel again

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there is no more us
a divided you and i
locked inside our pain

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serenity speaks
alone is the place to learn
the meaning of whole



©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photographs: Favim

5 comments :

Susie Swanson said...

I love this.. very beautiful and touching.. I'm going to really enjoy your posts.. Susie

Ed Pilolla said...

an enlightened ending, and a good payoff. the alone tawk can be depressing by itself. i like the insight you leave us with, and you built up to it very well.

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Susie...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Ed...

Brian Miller said...

that first one is so evocative...i like the progression through them as well...

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