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

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Rage Against Hours

“I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind.
  It's the rage that keeps me going.”  ~  Sir Terry Pratchett


I like to roll impossible on my tongue,
taste all the reasons bullying me with
“I can’t”, chew on attitudes damning me
before words spill from my right hand.

Death is the torn ribbon of last breath.
I have no desire to live as a corpse
surrendering my lungs to an exhaled
list of all of my ailments.

There is a world inside my mind
yet to be explored, beautiful noise
to translate, silence to record,
rivers of vocabulary to map.

I am not in a race for pages or accolades.
Finished will come at its own pace.
I will embrace detours, rage against hours
that spill satire in wrinkled flesh, and brittle bones.

I will surround myself with empty journals
waiting for verse, rhyme, poetry, secrets.
Today will not be my boundary or tomorrow my fear.
I will taunt the devil with the boldness of living.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 18

22 comments :

Vandana Sharma said...

That's the braveness, which we all need to have.

Björn Rudberg said...

That last line really summons it up.. Excellent sentiments

Fireblossom said...

Do it, girl! RAWR!!!! :-) (roars with you)

ccchampagne said...

This reads like something that should be printed and put up on the wall somewhere near the desk or workspace. Strong words to live by. Really enjoyable!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A poem depicting fiery determination..!
Its marvelous :D Loved it!
xoxo

Gail said...

Wow!!! Wonderfully inspiring and reminds me I can do anything!!!

Thanks for your kind comments on my blog.

Gillena Cox said...

oh mh oh my; this one of those "wish I had written this"

thanks for sharing this masterpiece of imagery and wisdom

have a creative month

much love...

Marian said...

This is so strong, Susie, and really speaks to Sir Terry Pratchett's living, in particular. Not to have one's life reduced to a list of maladies and diagnoses... wow. This is great.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A glorious poem this sunny morning.

Other Mary said...

I love, love, love this! I think Sherry has the word for it, "glorious"! I wish I had written this!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Today will not be my boundary or tomorrow my fear.

Such a powerful line in a poem that reasserts individuality.

Outlawyer said...

Agree with Kerry--that is just a wonderful line, and the whole poem a great anthem. Thanks, Susie. k.

Debi Swim said...

Today will not be my boundary or tomorrow my fear.
I will taunt the devil with the boldness of living.

Outstanding. What a bold, wonderful way to live.

Mama Zen said...

Damn powerful write, Susie.

angieinspired said...

Outstanding. Bravo.

angieinspired said...

Outstanding. Bravo.

Hannah said...

"There is a world inside my mind
yet to be explored, beautiful noise
to translate, silence to record,
rivers of vocabulary to map."

and your closing two lines, too really stood out for me...the entirety is a powerful and empowering piece, Susie!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love this defiant declaration!

The Bizza said...

Hell yeah! I approve of and co-sign with all of this!

grapeling said...

Susie, this is wonderful ~

rlavalette said...

"Today will not be my boundary or tomorrow my fear."

My new manifesto.
Thanks, SC!

Jim said...

Death is the torn ribbon ... and "taunt the devil with the boldness of living" will keep the devil on his toes.
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