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

Friday, June 5, 2015

The Song Of A Rose


She blossoms in the
tile echo of midnight
and the needle drip
of medicine seeking
a vein to riddle.

When the valley seems too long
her voice steals the breath from doubt
to fill the air with the music of healing.

A beautiful porcelain skin rose
she transcends the concrete garden
where why never finds an answer
and sings a new song of morning.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


This is my beautiful daughter, Cynthia Dawn.

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21 comments :

Margaret said...

Beautiful poem, beautiful voice and ... she is one of those rare people that look beautiful with no hair. Just stunning.

brudberg said...

The beauty of your daughter is profound. But though she's beautiful without her hair I wish for her full hair to return.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

She is indeed a beautiful blossom. May she bloom long and strong!

heidi said...

This is a lovely poem, Susie. And your daughter is beautiful.

blueoran said...

"Beauty heals" could be my brother's epitaph -- his love of beauty lives on, at least -- the purity and haunting permanence of flowers blossoms here too, stronger than the garden of loss. Amen.

kaykuala said...

One can well blossom under trying times. Takes lots of efforts but worth it.Wonderful write Susie!

Hank

Outlawyer said...

Agree with Margaret--beautiful poem and girl and your love too, of course, is beautiful. No answer for why. Hope all goes well. k.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A magnificent write radiating pure wisdom! Your daughter is beautiful and reminds me of you :D such a strong resemblance..! Wish her a joyous and most prosperous life ahead :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Sumana Roy said...

she is a treasure...such a honeyed voice she has & a heartfelt poem Susie...

Ginny Brannan said...

In moments of trial, we find strength in our roots, and from the light of all who surround us. In spite of all she is going through, your daughter is truly beautiful, inside and out; her own light shines from her face, her smile, the spark in her eyes. As difficult as it is for her to be ill, I know as a mom that you carry the weight of her pain also. Thank you for sharing her beautiful photo and voice with us. Prayers for your lovely daughter, and for you and the rest your family. Remember to take care of yourself, too.

Susie Swanson said...

So heart touching and beautiful Susie. Prayers for her.

Kerry O'Connor said...

A beautiful porcelain skin rose
she transcends the concrete garden...

This brought tears to my eyes, Susie.

Lolamouse said...

What a lovely tribute to your beautiful daughter. Wishing you both the best!

hedgewitch said...

This poem is as strong and as sweet and beautiful as your daughter's voice, and the inner light which gives her her song in spite of that cold concrete garden whose blooms are few. Thinking of you both.

Gillena Cox said...

aw, she is beautiful, best regards to you both facing present challenges

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Where why never finds an answer" - but she sings her hopeful song of morning nevertheless. What a beauty she is, Susie. She must take your breath away. She does mine. Her song is so beautiful.

Hannah said...

Tears...this is so tender and yet such strength flows through this piece...your daughter is so special. ♥

De said...

Ohhhh. Just wonderful. Love the double meaning offered in "mo(u)rning," and that "why" never answered. So sadly true, and all too often. This is a lovely, touching take on the prompt.

Aiden said...

This is stunning. So very powerful. Gorgeous picture.

grapeling said...

sometimes, like here, more light shines through than can be held by dry eyes, and so they moisten, to soften the brilliance... ~

rallentanda said...

May your daughter recover fully, remembering as someone else said to nurture yourself with a few happy moments too.Beautiful poem. Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog.

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