If I could fly with these
tar and feather wings,
I would soar above the
shadows hiding beneath my bed.
It is the time of me,
but I haven’t the strength
to rise above the drowning
music of necessity’s plunder.
In this watered down version
of being I exist, breathe,
wait for the last shoe to drop.
For everything there is a season,
mine is shriveling hours clinging
to a vine that no longer has life.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
This is not me now, but it once was. I am good at hiding things, like thoughts and state of mind. I am grateful for the light that I now live in. I am blessed.
Grapeling's final Get Listed for the year provided us with these words to find poetry in: music, few, grip, feather, glove, steam, embrace, rise, fall, water, shadow, bed