"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Inspiration: Farewell ~ Nishka Ramkhelawan
"Tears still come, but they don’t consume. I laugh more; dance to our favorite song; see tomorrow as another step beyond your grave.""There is no great challenge in being different. It simply takes breath and trust you can follow your own direction."Beautiful, beautiful lines.
I love how they really complement each other.. they could almost be seen as two facet's of the same thing. It both take courage to come up from the pits of mourning, and to find your own path in being different.. two bold takes that touch my heart.
Beautiful poem. ""Tears still come, but they don’t consume." Even after years and years but now they come with a smile as well. Lovely poem
The first one reminds of Beth Nielsen Chapman's beautiful song "No One Knows But You." The second is just simple truth.
Each of us carries our own loss, and the cherished objects which serve for memory. Your poem of how one may cope with death is so honest and moving, Susie.The second poem is one I think we all need to read, just to remind ourselves to embrace what is unique in ourselves and others.Thank you for participating in my challenge.
I will never write myselfwith another’s words.or thumbtack my destinyto a starless night.That made me gasp aloud, Susie. Just beautiful.
Susie, your writing is magnificent. I loved both of these, too many wonderful lines to quote.
Two poems that are written with intensity, compassion, yet two topics handled so gently at the same time. I'm amazed.
The first poem is a reverie and an elegy that shows the desert of grief, or perhaps your simile of winter is more appropriate, with an underlying granite that spring can only decorate, not change. The second is straightforward and direct and all the more powerful for it. (I like the new look of your blog, Susie--very readable and clean.)
thumbtack my destinyto a starless night.I LOVE that! Wonderful poems, Susie.
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