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

Friday, November 6, 2015

Bonfire of Mirrors

We borrowed light
from a candle and
stole awe from the moon
to illuminate humility
on the night vanity died.

Self images tossed
on a bonfire of mirrors
burned misconception
from the blind spots of truth.

We raked the ash
of narcissism’s woe
until yes smothered
every regret.

Imperfect rose
on phoenix wings
as we sang in the
newborn tongue
of flaws.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

20 comments :

Suzy said...

If only all your words were true. I love the idea of imperfection rising on phoenix wings. Awesome poem. The more I read it, the more I love it.

Marian said...

Interesting... We don't celebrate imperfection, do we?

Carrie Van Horn said...

The human ego is a certain flaw...this is a stunning. write Susie! 🌷

Fireblossom said...

That's the only language worth singing in.

Nancy Beebe Goolsby Tramel Perry said...

your words carry rhymes.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love that bonfire of mirrors! This is rich in unique imagery, Susie.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This pretty much is a great encapsulation of my writing process. A great read.

Mama Zen said...

Wow. Incredible write.

brudberg said...

This is like a wish... maybe one day we will... I hope we would.

Hannah said...

Your closing is amazing, Susie...newborn tongue of flaws. ...wow.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness, your first stanza blew me away......I especially love "until yes smothered every regret"....and your wonderful closing lines. In short, this is one stellar write!!!!!!!

Jennifer Wagner said...

I love this. Excellent.

Isadora Gruye said...

I admire this piece in its concept and wording. The bonfire of mirrors and the letting go of vanity. Great poem, Susie! Thanks for posting to the Out of Standard.

Margaret said...

Illuminate humility. Wise words. Gorgeous poem

Carol Campbell said...

When we all have this humility our problems will be solved!

Gillena Cox said...

illuminating humility; now that's a project well worth implementing

much love...

Amelia Flynn Noble Stein-Wilson said...

beautiful wordplay.

Helen said...

~~ imperfection is perfection ... worth celebrating I think. Lovely poem!

Helen said...

There is perfection in imperfection ... lovely writing.

grapeling said...

perfect would be boring, I think. how's that Talking Heads song go? Heaven... is a place... where nothing... ever happens... ~

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