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

Saturday, February 1, 2014

My Soul Hoarded



Painting by Joseph Karl Stieler 


I can no longer hear
the birdsong of morning
or love’s endearment,
but music fills the silence.

What life robbed my soul hoarded.

I live not with loss….
I live in the joy of what remains.

©Susie Clevenger 2014



At Real Toads Hannah had us visiting Bonn, Germany which is the birthplace of Ludwig von Beethoven. Transforming Friday With Nature's Wonders

5 comments :

Lisa A. Williams said...

"I live not with loss...I live in the joy of what remains." So very beautiful Susie.

Hannah said...

The hopeful tone of living through one's ultimate passion is a comfort here...beautifully written, Susie.

Thank you for writing!

Heaven said...

That line is just stunning ~ Such fine music, we celebrate what we have ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic!!!!!!!! Living in the joy of what remains. Wowzers!

Kay L. Davies said...

Wonderful, Susie. You've made my lifelong sorrow for Beethoven easier to bear.
Luv, K

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