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

Thursday, May 19, 2011

A Red Desert Rose

I picked a red rose
in the desert night,
its velvet petal
life in a dry void.

I knew not how
it came to blossom
in a place of death,
the sun too hot,
the moon too cold.

But as I held it
in my hand
I believed it
to be a sign
my fractured heart
would be whole again.

©Susie Clevenger 2011


Abin Chakraborty said...

amen.reminds of me Sting.
here's to a year of wholesome hearts.

Fireblossom said...

Oh...let it be true. I like this a lot, and the picture you put with it is ideal.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Beautifully written and presented! (Love the photo, too!) Yes, fractured hearts do mend as long as we leave little bits and pieces out of the cracks that prevent it from healing. You write so evocatively!

Heaven said...

I am an optimist so I hope it is true... Nice to read you at OLN ~

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautiful — hope is a red rose in a desert.

Ostensible Truth said...

so many great descriptions in this piece! lyrical in nature - great seeing this up at Real Toads!

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Abin...I am looking forward to a year without heartbreak

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Fireblossom...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you so much Mary Ann

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Heaven

Susie Clevenger said...

@Kay Thank you so much @thank you Ostensible

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