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

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Drought Robbed Him

The earth smells of drought,
parched straw burns his nostrils,
rotting fish perfumes with its death.

He misses his boat rides on the lake,
the splash of water, seagulls calling above him,
and freedom from the sound of her complaining.

He can’t remember the song she used to sing.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
The poetic form is sevenling. This is my first attempt at the form.

12 comments :

Brian Miller said...

awww that last line kinda breaks my heart...the break from the complaining as well...hate it when that love light dims...def reminiscing...

Heaven said...

What a lovely form...It's like there is a whole story waiting to be read. Was she gone or did she die.

Nice first attempt of sevenling ~

Latha :-) said...

So touchy..

Kremo said...

Love the last line. :)

Enigmatic Soul said...

Moving. Brilliant work.

Luke Prater said...

felt very sad upon completing reading this. Which I think means the poet has done a good job. You have a nicely understated style I like a lot Susie. Where've ya been? :)

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Brian...When I started writing it, I didn't know where it would go...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Heaven...There are some poetic forms I can take on and others just leave me wordless...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Latha

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Kremo...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Luke...I have been hanging out in my blog..perhaps I need to get out more :)

sreeja harikrishnan said...

This is so intense...

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