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

Sunday, November 20, 2016

I'm No Dorothy


Dorothy skipped
her way to OZ
with her feet
buried in Kansas.

It will take a few more
city lights before I can dance
the memory of sunflowers
from my heels.

Gossip keeps opening a diary
truth is never allowed to erase.


©Susie Clevenger 2016

Photographer ~ Alfred Cheney Johnston



15 comments :

brudberg said...

Bot the memory of sunflowers has to be wonderful... never mind Oz, that's overrated.

Martin Kloess said...

Sad truth. Beautifully espressed

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Love your second verse in particular.

blueoran said...

City innocence -- Dorothy dancing in the Emerald City--demands a maturity crossed by faithfulness to one's original spirit, and the difference between it and juke joint wizardry is like that between truth and gossip. Sorry if I nailed the wrong foot.

Debi Swim said...

I'm with Rosemary- love your second verse.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The second stanza made me see things from a slightly older Dorothy perspective, the one who had her adventures in Oz and must now grow up in the real and more prosaic world.

Kim Russell said...

Love the simplicity of the form with the complicity of the concept, Susie. I especially love the reference to sunflower and the wisdom in those lines:
'Gossip keeps opening a diary
truth is never allowed to erase.'

telltaletherapy said...

something very fresh and unique about your style - loved these dancing lines

Samyuktha Jayaprakash said...

I felt like hopping along with the poem! :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wow, this was so wise and knowing.. Loved the image of Dorothy and the battle between truth and gossip. Love you, girl and am thankful for you!

Sara McNulty said...

That last stanza is powerful. Great poem!

Magaly Guerrero said...

The realities of growing up always show a strange sort of magic... Time is such a trickster, when it comes to reminding us what was real and what became so.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Those last lines really stir my heart 💕

Jim said...

A lot of truth in those last lines. No wonder some are now living in the Land of Oz. (Have you noticed that my profile picture is of me sitting in a wagon chatting with Mr. Tin Man beside the yellow brick road? Mrs. Jim took it at the Rose Emporium.)
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