"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Real Toads ~Falling Into Lines ~ Weekend Mini Challenge
This is a wonderfully cryptic portrait, and what a great title too.
She definately had the deck stacked against her (in HIS version). Nice twist of viewpoint, and you're spot on with your biblical imagery.
Love the title......and the "fall(ing) from the gravel of not worthy".
Being in the gravel is definitely being between a rock and a hard place, and belittled at that--I could not help but think of grovel--as well as gravel. Agh. Hard to be a woman in the old-fashioned view of religion for sure, when one could not find a rib named Adam. Thanks, Susie--for participating in the prompt with this cool poem. k.
An excellent point of view, for that fall we we always tried to push the blame at anyone except Adam... but now we have an apple a day.
No toe room on the pulpit... Makes me think it is crowded with blowhards anyway. Very cool, tightly written piece
Yes, it is the lure of the forbidden fruit all over again and to be hoodwinked out of paradise! Wonderful write Susie!Hank
concise, thoughtful, well put together. A definite keeper, and a one-up for Eve, all the way.
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