Monday, August 20, 2012

Mute Silhouette


The fog steals
the sound
of my voice
rendering me
a mute silhouette
suffocating in silence.

Alone feels so tragic
in the humid mist.
Its wet fingers
cling to my coat
dragging me closer
to desperation.

I hear the sound
of life rattling
in a metallic heartbeat
across the bridge
above me.

Somehow it is comforting
to feel the vibrations
of strangers making
their way through
the dismal night.
It is an odd angel chorus
singing a salvation song
of daylight beyond my darkness.

Upon a splintered dock
I ponder resurrection
and the oily baptismal waters
splashing below my feet.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
Written from inspiration
at The Mag ~ Mag 131







18 comments:

Susan said...

"It is an odd angel chorus
singing a salvation song
of daylight beyond my darkness."

So there just may be resurrection! Beautiful descriptions. Wow.
(FYI: fingers cling)

Brian Miller said...

oo very nice...i like the personification of the fog dragging you to desperation....even with the spiritual aspects the end is kinda eerie to me...

kj said...

hello...i'm new here :^)

to me this is a song of desperation but it is really too about hope.

'daylight beyond my darkness.'

that's the clue. darkness is not all darkness. it made me think that no matter what else the sun does come up again.

i like odd angels :^)

thank you
xo
kj

myheartslovesongs.com said...

especially love the second verse!

Ben Ditty said...

Oo I think we've both had the same feelings lately :-)

Berowne said...

Finding hope in small things...

Daydreamertoo said...

Sad reflections, he is alone and wondering what to do next and yet, there is hope there at the end in salvation too.
Sad but lovely interpretation of the prompt pic Susie.

Daydreamertoo said...

Sad reflections, he is alone and wondering what to do next and yet, there is hope there at the end in salvation too.
Sad but lovely interpretation of the prompt pic Susie.

Margaret said...

So many great words here! ...on the edge of desperation, this and I love the idea of life tramping across the bridge.

Nice, just so mysterious, this as we don't know what the person will decide to do.

I think it GRAND your daughter made such a trip on her own. I could take such a trip alone and enjoy it (although I would love to go with my family) ... it is just that I could find things to do (paint, sketch, photograph, write poetry) that my loved ones wouldn't give me much chance to do! ... your daughter must be very self assured - you've done a nice job raising her :)

Tigerbrite said...

Dark and powerful. Well done.

Heaven said...

I specially like the hope in the last stanza ~ Lovely share ~

Hope all is well Susie ~

Helen said...

Susie, there are so many wonderful lines in this ~ I can't begin to choose my favorite!!!

Little Nell said...

At first we note the despair and loneliness and then there is hope, comfort in the oily baptismal waters. It feels as if life, or a soul, has been saved. Uplifting!

awakenedwords said...

yes, the hope of strangers (anyone) in the fog and the hope in the water. Very good

She Writes said...

alone feels tragic in the humid mist... Yes!

Karen S. said...

A very deep and moving piece, which finds the light and moves toward it! Lovely piece.

Ella said...

Susie, this is haunting and so filled with hope! I get a sense this is you waiting to be found, during your accident~ How brave of you to write this and replay it and how wonderful you are YOU today!
(((hugs)))

Sheila said...

this is very deep and meaningful. an excellent poem.