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

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Choir of Flesh and Metal

Frogs serenade from the swamp
in a throaty competition with
jet engines steaming the sky.

The choir of flesh and metal
sings of ancient wisdom and
the frenzied wings of escape.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

10 comments :

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an excellent titular line, Susie.

I have been thinking about you and your family. Much love.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved the closing lines.. a powerful write :D

brudberg said...

Nature and machinery meet.. and maybe the airlines are an escape.. hope you are all well.

C.C. said...

Beautiful juxtaposition of ancient and modern here :-)

Vandana Sharma said...

Amazing comparisons

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully said.

Kim Nelson said...

...the frenzied wings of escape... what a fabulous phrase, Susie. I love the way you weave with words!

Kim Nelson said...

...the frenzied wings of escape... what a fabulous phrase, Susie. I love the way you weave with words!

Kim Nelson said...

By the way... I was listening to Mike Zito on the radio the other day and mentally thanked you for introducing me to his musical magic many years ago. ;-)

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful.

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