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

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Chiseled Lips

Madonna stands
in her stone garden silent,
marble hands in prayer,
my sins the beads of her rosary.
Forgiveness resting on a petition
coming from chiseled lips
that have no voice.

©Susie Clevenger 2011


Ron said...

I like it ! It has something !

Morning said...

This is fun,
well done.


Rachana Shakyawar said...

'....stands in the stone...'
Yet looks true...like speaking through the silence! And rosary reflecting something real face of tough life..!

Love the prose!!
So inspiring!!!
~Keep the Spark ALive..

lynnaima said...

:) the figurative rosary and metaphor, nice twist :)


Isadora said...

I particpated in a challenge that had to do with Sacred Music. I have listed it below.
Your poem resonates a great message in the connection with the rosary beads as a symbol of more.
Well done ... I enjoyed this.


Old Raven said...

And stone speaks ... wonderful!

JANU said...

Sounds like a prayer...nice.

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