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

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Few Can Bear The Wait


Everybody is looking
for an answer, but
few can bear the wait.

Too long is a prison song
whitewash can’t erase.

There has to be more
than sidewalk blood
writing names into tears.

We can’t hear if we
choose to be deaf.
We can’t see if we
choose to be blind.

Too many feet
walk the divide
while peace cries
from common ground.

Freedom, every soul
begs for freedom,
but acid tongues
keep throwing stones.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

11 comments :

brudberg said...

I think few has realized that freedom is not just for me, but for all... I think balancing that divide is what it's all about

Gillena Cox said...

Bravo on your imagery; potent and profound write

much love...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Phew! Such a powerful poem in a time of need. This swept me off my feet, Susie.

Lessandra said...

Powerful. The frustration of apathy and PC.

Ellecee said...

"We can’t hear if we choose to be deaf. We can’t see if we choose to be blind." Sadly these words are so true. A powerful poem, Susie.

kaykuala said...

Too many feet
walk the divide
while peace cries

Those in a position to cause an impending victory don't seem to care. Great lines Susie!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You have expressed it in words so well, what I feel in my soul but have been unable to say.

Other Mary said...

Well said.

Gazal Bharadwaj said...

The close says it all so well.

Marian said...

Seems we could sing this.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Very good thoughts on the madness Susie!

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