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

Monday, January 27, 2014

Every Corner In A Box

I am the odd among predictable…
Urban sheep play follow the leader
while I chase dreams with ink.

I see questions in the middle of answers,
moonlight on a sunny day, bouquets in drought…

For every corner in a box
my muse has a route of escape.

Insane performs the same failure
believing next time will bring success….

Perhaps I am the new normal?


 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

19 comments :

Jim said...

Perhaps, Susie
Perhaps you are a dreamer
Perhaps it depends on the meaning of normal
This was fun reading and thinking.
I can visualize (almost, I really don't visualize, I conceptualize) all of your ideas until getting to the corners in their boxex. The engineer me, I will probably dream about that. :)
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Vandana Sharma said...

:Uniqueness: at its best!

Aditi said...

Love it Susie :) chasing dreams with ink...yes I'd say you are amongst the new normal! ;)

Karen said...

This has echoes of Poe's ALONE: From childhood's hour, I have not been/ as others were...

Have always identified with those lines, and I wonder if all who really look at the world don't feel the same. On the other hand, I wonder if this is supreme egotism on my part.

Your poem is specific enough to avoid the ego and just examine the self. The new normal? I doubt it. There are too many sheep.

blueoran said...

Great idea, that a poem is a way out of every corner. We sure need more normals like you in the flock.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Hopefully the new normal includes the right to be an individual, rather than another carbon copy.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

One can only hope you are the new normal, given that repeating the same thing expecting a different outcome seems to be the way of the world these days! I love the perspective in this, Susie.

I especially love that the muse is escape from the corners of boxes.

Mama Zen said...

Let's hope so!

Susan said...

Lovely to be able to see the sheep and the box and the escape routes. As far as the new norm(al)--sometimes I want everyone to be that questioning and sometimes I guard my territory not wanting it to get so crowded that I no longer feel exceptional. How's that for ego?

hedgewitch said...

I like the images in this, Susie. Seeing questions in the middle of answers is a *very* useful skill, and imo, normal is highly over-rated.

Robert Bourne said...

the description of a poet... the mind works on a different plane...

Peggy said...

Love this one. You sound much better than "normal."

Margaret said...

Some might call you complicated, but I call you "refreshing".

Grandmother (Mary) said...

For sure we get to decide our own normal and poetry is a great way to go.

C.C. said...

"Urban sheep play follow the leader" is such a powerful line. I agree with Karen....made me think of Poe's poem too (one of my favorites). This is so well-written!

steph said...

while I chase dreams with ink... the new normal.. I hope so. Thoughtful, so nice.

Kim Nelson said...

You aptly describe the life of the creative. Of course, you live the life! Well done, Susie!

razzamadazzle said...

Those muses cannot be boxed in. Lovely poem. I would love a world where your creativity is the norm.

Kenia Cris said...

Just in case I never said it before, I adore, everything you write.

To me you are unique, and if unique is the new normal, we're lucky to be alive in this place and time.

<3

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