I want to recall flight
without broken wings…
skin that was flushed pink…
memories when they
were first written…
Unbreak the mirror I fractured
with my petty longing.
Why try to live in a book’s ending
when there is more life to write?
How foolish to chip at my epitaph
by retelling past glory as if the sun
will no longer shine to add new
sentences to my story.
I am a much better performer
in life’s continuum of joy and sorrow
than the tearful novice who crumpled
in the first act when circumstance
rewrote her fledgling script.
For those who watch and toss opinion
I will consider what I deem as worthy
and erase nonsense without a thought.
I have more to do…
more to say….
and more to give…
in the unknown
number of days
left for me to celebrate.
Susie Clevenger 2013
Susan at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads challenged us to take the last line or lines of one of our previously written poems and use it as the first line/lines in a new poem. Here is the link to my previous poem Yesterday's Immortality and the link to what other's created for Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge