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

Sunday, December 14, 2014

A Faux Death

I slept a faux death
on pristine grass
void of the claws
of spade or tears.

A mere three feet
from your marbled name
I lay comforted by the moon
in its cradle of night.

Taken to a place where
dreams are forbidden
I was free from last words,
sunburned wishes, lips
that teased with promises unkept.

For a few hours I didn’t mourn
you had wings; that gravity
had tied me with ropes of pain.

Now without my shield of sleep
I see wildflowers rioting in purple
across your grave; hear sparrows
sing of angels; breathe spring air
free of the scent of dying roses.

Encircled in living watercolor
I wonder if it is your brush
painting life across my irises.

My heart feels less a stone
and more like life drumming
inside my chest.

Can this be hope?


©Susie Clevenger 2014

 At Real Toads Grace provided the poetry of James Wright as inspiration for our writing. Sunday Mini Challenge ~ James Wright






11 comments :

Hannah said...

"I lay comforted by the moon
in its cradle of night."

I love this and the tone in this is perfect...the winged moment is poignant as well...beautiful piece, Susie!

R.K. Garon said...

Interesting and a wonderful read.
ZQ

Grace said...

I hope so ~ I specially like the reflection of: Encircled in living watercolor I wonder if it is your brush painting life across my irises.

Lovely piece Susie ~ Thanks for linking up and wishing you happy week ~

Björn Rudberg said...

This sounds so real.. Sleeping by the grave, and that end.. Is this hope,, a wonderful creation.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A wonderful write. A new day oft brings with it hope.
Anna :o]

georgeplaceblog said...

So many lovely lines... I like the progression of pain to hope. That is as it should be even if it takes longer than we'd wish sometimes. This speaks to all who suffer loss.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Wow! This is so hard-hitting, Susie. That opening stanza is stunning and the progression from beginning to end never falters.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

One of your best, Susie. Brilliant and beautiful.

Poet Laundry said...

Fantastic. I love it.

Margaret said...

Very moving!

Kim Russell said...

A moving poem. I especially love these lines:
'A mere three feet
from your marbled name
I lay comforted by the moon
in its cradle of night.'

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