Thursday, May 18, 2017

Four O'Clock

Four o’clock paints its portrait
on my library walls in dancing leaf shadows
muting the turquoise of a flowerpot
feeding on shrinking sunlight.

It is that time of day when the unwinding
stalks my mountain of lists and chases
it closer to the corner of undone.

Incubated in the sound play
of jet engines and classical music
I let sundown into my breathing
and turn my eyes to contemplate
a white crane soaring in a picture framed sky.

Daydreaming with my fingers black keyed
to an alphabet I write the bird’s flight
across a verse seeking wings not destination.

A roman numeral interjects itself into my reverie
as my gray cats stretch themselves toward dinner.
Walking the path of paws I leave late afternoon
to paint all my undone with the ebony touch of evening.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



16 comments:

angieinspired said...

you painted dusk very well Susie

Marian said...

Beautiful. What a privilege to catch a crane in the corner of your vision.

Martin Kloess said...

I can feel myself drawn into this moment in time.

Jim said...

A nice word portrait. I loved the infused sprinkling of self critique of a spot in the painting, "(writng of) the bird’s flight across a verse seeking wings not destination."
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Jim said...

p.s. I like to see what the prompter wrote in regard to the prompt and get a better idea of what she had in mind for response.
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Gillena Cox said...

luv the scenario you snapped for us

my favourite verse

"Daydreaming with my fingers black keyed
to an alphabet I write the bird’s flight
across a verse seeking wings not destination."

much love...

blueoran said...

This mixed media challenge is a fun one Susie, because we enter in media res, at that point where the poet enters the forest of the poem, taking in the first most immediate sensations as rehearsing of the timeless begins. The moment of occasion is the proscenium, and your afternoon reverie is both door and destination. Great stuff.

paulscribbles said...

A wonderfully soft gentle flow to this marking that transition from sundown to night.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

My goodness this is good!❤️ So much to love here, especially; "Daydreaming with my fingers black keyed to an alphabet I write the bird’s flight across a verse seeking wings not destination" took my breath away! Beautifully rendered.❤️

Thotpurge said...

corner of undone..love that.. makes me feel a little guilty about my own seemingly endless list!!!!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Beautiful painting of words here Susie. Mountains of lists....I have some of those to!
We are all busy people these days trying to find time to be poets in a busy busy world.

fantasticmetastaticme said...

"I let sundown into my breathing" - that is so gorgeous.

Kim Russell said...

This I absolutely love, Susie! The opening line hooked me and the rest reeled me in.

brudberg said...

I would love an afternoon like that, but did not come to writing until right at bedtime...

kaykuala said...

Walking the path of paws I leave late afternoon
to paint all my undone with the ebony touch of evening.

Looking forward to a wonderful evening with the grey cats for company! Isn't it nice!

Hank

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful work! The second stanza is particularly good.