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

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Carnival Bird Sky


The carnival bird sky
melts into gray wings
racing toward rest.

Pressed against the
brick wall I watch
the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset
surrender to dusk.

I wonder how much
of myself I can leave
to summer tongues
to debate before
I reach empty.

I should feel remorse
or at least sorrow,
but there is an odd joy
in becoming a shadow.

It’s easier to run
when goodbye leaves
 no strings attached.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



I used bird, ice cream, and dusk from the list.

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16 comments :

plum said...

"l I watch
the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset
surrender to dusk"

I love that. Also the last stanza.

Martin Kloess said...

Lovely imagery. Summers return, through your words.

Toni Spencer said...

Oh that watching and waiting. I absolutely love the last stanza.

Sherry Marr said...

I love that ice cream sunset, and how it is easier to run with no strings attached. Brilliant, Susie.

brudberg said...

Ice-cream sky and that joy of becoming shadows. Maybe it's only dusk that can realease us from the strings.

Tarang Sinha said...

It creates poignant imagery. It touched me in a certain way. Some goodbyes are haunting...
Nice composition!

Kim Russell said...

Beautifully done, Susie! I particularly love:
'The carnival bird sky
melts into gray wings'
and
'the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset'.

Debi Swim said...

I was caught by the poetry in saying each last line together. This whole thing is so enjoyable.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Incredible writing, Susie. How well you have tapped into the emotional layers of human consciousness.

WildChild47 said...

I'm sitting in absorption of the wealth and richness of imagery - it has me reeling in the sky with the birds - and tasting the sunset, and this stanza:
I wonder how much
of myself I can leave
to summer tongues
to debate before
I reach empty.

is stunning, shocking, a breath-taking revelation - and it totally clinches and arcs this piece for me.

Absolutely breath-taking poem.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

Great lines...such perfection...loved this!

Margaret said...

The last two stanzas are incredible.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Your poem suggests a paradoxical state I sometimes feel in summertime -- exhaustion -- as if the year's wave had fully washed to shore and there is nothing left of depth or blue or salt. We could linger on, but why? It always struck me as nihilistic, but life is filled with waxing and wanings, zeniths and nadirs. We ply our songs between. And savor all of it.

annell said...

So much to love, or to fall in love with. Need I say, I loved each word!

hedgewitch said...

I also find a great deal of personal importance in this stanza: " I wonder how much
of myself I can leave/to summer tongues/to debate before/I reach empty..." Of course I think of politics, but also, memory, age, and that surrender of self that is always tugging at the edges, more insistent with each year's onslaught of data and meaninglessness...this is why, of course, we so need poetry.

paulscribbles said...

This is wonderful Susie. I get a real sense of the writer slipping away into the shadow as the birds and the sun do the very same.The opening is beautiful and the whole thing just kinda sinks from there, like a sunset.

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