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

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Blindness of Night

In the blindness of night
where laughter dies
and shadows bring fright
I shiver beneath the willow’s sigh.

Every footprint, every sound
plays a dirge across my skin
until fear is a thread wound
on the thumb of a devil’s whim.

Dead roses cackle among thorns
of secrets, lies, and weak limbs,
taunting my spirit that mourns
a vibrant life turned so grim.

I thought freedom was your grave
where tears dry and life ends,
yet I walk among the dead wearying brave
with a heart that beats but never mends.

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Sometimes I am terrified 
how my dreams bleed my heart
into a moon battered cup,
 and then breaks my bones into their will.

©Susie Clevenger 2017
Celebrating Edgar Allan Poe's Birthday! Thank you dear Poe for being the reason I write poetry.

9 comments :

Martin Kloess said...

Escellent tribut toPoe

Ellecee said...

A strong and poignant tribute to Poe's style. Hold fast to truths that are known, nothing else breaks down the lies and our fears.

Old Egg said...

Beautifully written, dark and suggestive with that underlying fear of an unknown world.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh!❤️๐Ÿ’œThis is so beautifully worded, so very poignant! Especially touched by these lines; "Dead roses cackle among thorns of secrets, lies, and weak limbs, taunting my spirit that mourns a vibrant life turned so grim." Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Susie and for your constant love and support.❤️๐Ÿ’œ


Lots of love,
Sanaa

Gillena Cox said...

so very well fine-tuned; this couldn't be better written

much love...

Jae Rose said...

Such wonderful imagery - and a fitting tribute to Poe... he is clearly present

kaykuala said...

Sometimes I am terrified
how my dreams bleed my heart

A never-ending fear that rattles even adults. Can relate to this Susie!

Hank

Magaly Guerrero said...

"Every footprint, every sound
plays a dirge across my skin"

I'm pretty sure those lines made Poe want to dance and howl in his grave. Or, maybe he just danced... and I'm the one doing the howling. That was wonderful!

Rommy said...

Some beautifully dark imagery here. It really is well done and completely in the spirit of Poe.

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