"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
©Susie Clevenger 2014
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Oops, Susie, tables for two are not meant for one to be alone there. This read very well, I enjoyed it and can feel for her.For some reason this did remind me of a friend we met at the Luby's tonight on the way out. Sunday she had gotten ready for church and was surprised at all the activity as she drove along that morning, usually very quiet on Sundays. When she drove by the Chick-fil-A it was open. She clicked her iPhone and looked at the clock. It was only Saturday. Perhaps your hero is on the wrong day? :)..
He stood you up or left, because ti took you so long to get those heels on :-)After the summer I bet they needed practice walking again.You are making us all write this story for you.
A glassy eyed clock ticksto the end of her rope... wowThis is filled with emotion
Those words speak volumes . . .
Each sentence-stanza perfectly conveys the nuances of your theme: no one wants to be left alone.
"alone wore her best heels" and "a glassy eyed clock ticks to the end of her rope"...what fantastic lines!
finely tuned ~
"only so many minutes in faith"… Awesome So succinct and moody. Love it!
This is so well done, Susie! The middle two lines are just flawless.
wow, Susie! you've elevated a mundane moment, really showing the pain of it.
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