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

Friday, April 11, 2014

Wisteria Roots


We kissed beneath
the wisteria where
ghosts hung from boughs.

In the scented rustle
of decades we tied
our future to the past.

Standing in the shade
of generations our vows
echoed those spoken before.

Our love vined itself to roots
that knew how to thrive even when
 drought brought the choking dust of division.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Hannah has us talking wisteria. 




9 comments :

Sumana Roy said...

deep rooted love intertwining with wisteria..beautiful

Margaret said...

"Our love vined itself to roots
that knew how to thrive

Yes, especially in a place where a lot of history has happened, they really evoke a timeless sentiment.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Each stanza has a stand-alone feel, very much like Japanese poetry forms. The whole creates a wonderful sense of past and present tied to the perennial wisteria.

Kerridwen said...

Wonderful imagery.. mmm :)

hedgewitch said...

Great analogy, Susie, and the mood is so pensive and rich--the continuity of flower and vine, love and loyalty, all twining together in your metaphor.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful!

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful work, Susie.

Hannah said...

This is poignant, Susie. I love this :

"Our love vined itself to roots that knew how to thrive even when
drought brought the choking dust of division."

Thank you for joining, Susie!!

grapeling said...

you've really been turning your final lines/ stanzas with a sharpness and clarity that makes me re-read and re-examine the pen. well done ~

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