Sunday, October 27, 2013

Anywhere Without Roots

So many train songs
drip tears from her guitar
under a smoke stained
neon moon.

Long ago she left behind
what couldn’t last because
picket fences don’t ride
steel tracks bound for
anywhere without roots.

Pain always writes better songs
and her dreams without a chance
fueled a guitar case full of them.

Singing heartbreak to the choir,
she watches another city
wind down the clock to the bottom
of an empty beer bottle.


©Susie Clevenger 2013




8 comments:

Susie Swanson said...

Awesome write Susie. It's sad but I love it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, I know THOSE kind of songs......thankfully, happier ones lie up ahead.

Marian said...

This is wonderful, Susie. I especially like the idea of singing heartbreak to the choir. And they're hanging on every word. Marvelous.

Lisa A. Williams said...

This is amazing Susie,filled with reality ,I can hear those songs.

Laura said...

Sometimes life gives us difficult choices... yesterday I was helping out my daughter's friend record an angst filled love song for a school project, based on a book they had read about existentialism. It brought me back to the days when I was a teen and college student writing, singing and recording the same kinds of songs with my friends... imagining a life on the road as a musician. Glad I chose the picket fence life (well actually we don't have a picket fence) but you know what I mean. It was the right choice for me, and I ended up with a wonderful family. Still, listening to this young girl sing... brought out a little bit of that secret wanderlust that holds out in a dark smoky room in my heart.

Vandana Sharma said...

These songs wash away the sadness from heart

grapeling said...

aching write, Susie ~

Hannah said...

"steel tracks bound for
anywhere without roots."

Yes! This holds it for me...sometimes I feel like that...aching to be where, "nobody knows my name." That's usually short-lived though...

Great write, Susie!!