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

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Book Roots

Planted in the middle of quiet and quarrel
I grew up through the roots of books
dividing life into dreams I could believe.

Pages raced through wide eyed blinks
leaving footprints of I can and I will
on my imagination hungry for rainbows.

Surrounded by friends with alphabet spines
I drew closer to words that didn’t sting
from the cat scratch of an angry tongue.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



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19 comments :

Outlawyer said...

This is so understandable and very well- said. Thanks, susie. K. Manicddaily

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES, books were my refuge and my roadmap out, as well. I love that you were "hungry for rainbows." Me, too.

Fireblossom said...

Books can be an absolute life saver, there's no doubt about that.

Thanks so much for your review of our book at Goodreads!

georgeplaceblog said...

"dividing life into dreams I could believe"... that is an interesting thought. I think I did that, maybe still do. Very Nice

M. J. Joachim said...

Books are the best!

Ella said...

Yes, the great escape in those pages! I love that you were hungry for rainbows-
I once tried to hide and spend the night in a library-didn't happen darn it~

angieinspired said...

I like the image of alphabet spines

Other Mary said...

Books make a wonderful home and safe haven. This is beautifully written.

Jim said...

Your friends have been true to you, Susie. You have done well with your poetry by your awards and recognition.
Besides, I like to read what you write.
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Books were my friends too, and my sanctuary.

grapeling said...

lots of us lived in those books, I think ~

Marian said...

Really nice, Susie. I can totally relate.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I really like the effect of the tercets. Your opening stanza captured my attention - great metaphoric language throughout.

Mama Zen said...

This is beautiful work, Susie.

Gillena Cox said...

Simply lovely Susie, from opening to closing line


Thanks for dropping in to read mine
Much love...

Magaly Guerrero said...

At the risk of committing cliché on the first degree, I will say that you were so very talented at the art of grabbing the rose from the bush and surviving the thorns.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Books were my best friends when I was growing up---loved this!

Hannah said...

"Surrounded by friends with alphabet spines"

I love your poem and this piece is such a fun image for me!!

kaykuala said...

Pages raced through wide eyed blinks
leaving footprints of I can and I will on my imagination

Books certainly did that Susie! One just could not go without them!

Hank

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