Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Tar And Feather Wings

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

12 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

To live with shadows underneath ... So glad you are out of it now, but I think I have caught a glimpse of a world like that a few times. Excellent use of the words.

Debi Swim said...

wait for the last shoe to drop... I used to wait for my mother's anger and if it didn't come as expected I felt I had to do something to "make the shoe drop" wow your poem brought that back - I am in a better place now,too with my Mom I'm glad to say.

Kenn Merchant said...

Sounds like that was one heck of a past that you have here. So much is said with so few words, but it really tells a great story! Have a wonderful New Year! :)

manicddaily said...

Waiting for the last shoe to drop is a horrible wait. This describes that kind of desperation so well. Thanks. k.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You describe a state of mind I am sure many readers can relate to. As always, yours is a voice of compassion.

hedgewitch said...

The imagery in this is so very effective, Susie. I know that black shadow well--so glad you are now in the light. I especially loved '..the drowning/music of necessity’s plunder..'

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so know that feeling of not having the strength to endure what we must - and do - endure. I know the trek you have made, Susie, and I admire you. You are a lion-hearted mother. This is such powerful writing.Glad light is triumphing. It always does, no matter what.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

strong wishes good thoughts May Allah bless you with the best amen

Susan said...

I like the extended metaphor of under the bed--exactly where the next shoe might drop. Tar and Feather sounds so much like something a society does to a member. It takes us so long to learn we can shed those wings and grow new ones.

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

I felt every word of this . . . definitely been there. Glad its a place you're no longer in. x

rlavalette said...

I came back to read this after reading your (1/3) "Short Straw" post. What a pair. Salute!

grapeling said...

whew, Susie. Have you been looking in my brain pan? Thank you for adding your voice, and I wish you a happy new year. (Sorry for being so late to comment; work has been busy...) ~