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

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Spring Remove Death's Cloud

Spring come remove
the cloud of death
surrounding me.

Bring bright blooms
sprouting from green grass,
not the vases of funeral flowers
adorning coffins.

I have said too many goodbyes.
Pieces of my heart torn
and buried in the dust.

My soul a trunk of memories
digging through what was,
trying to escape the grief.

Spring you are my prayer;
my hope I can be renewed.
Send your sunshine
to help me crawl out of the dark.

©Susie Clevenger 2011


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