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

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Death With Its Funeral Shoes

There are no phrases
whispering from my soul.

Speech, hard, angry
yells from my center.
Death with its funeral shoes
has walked across my spirit.

Why now? Why so many?
Don’t tell me God called
and they went willingly!

If I am not given more
than I can bear,
why am I lying prostrate
upon the rug of my misery?

Death stop visiting,
place no more black ribbons
on my door!
I am sick of roses
lying wilted on a grave.

Peace where are you?
I am tired of residing
in obituary’s hell.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


JaLpArI - tHe MeRmAiD said...

i am amazed at how you manage to write such beautiful poems...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you...This one came from the grief of losing my father this past January and then losing my father-in-law in February.

Jinksy said...

That's telling it like it is! ♥

Morning said...

amazing write.

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