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

Monday, December 12, 2011

Can I Survive?

until ivory
blankets the moon.

The beams will
then light

But can I survive my longing?

assails my
empty lonely heart.

Too many yesterdays
broke their

has frozen
my fragile dreams.

They are nothing
but frosted
Do I dare believe?

is holding
a ragged breath.

Please come quickly
my ivory

I feel
a fluttering hope.

My heartstrings are
playing love’s

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Painting: Rob Hefferan
Hay (na) ku & Reverse Hay(na)ku poetry form 
 Here is a link explaining Hay(na)ku


Ben Ditty said...

Really connected with the lines "too many yesterdays broke their promises". There's something impossible yet true in the abstract of day's promising us something when they start; a beautiful sunrise, almost too beautiful and marred.

The Unknowngnome said...

"nothing but frosted lace" - So nice!

I get lost in this frozen fragile dream of ivory moonlight. Longing, lonely, hopeful in holding that faint joyous breath of love, I dare believe that this is one of your best poetic pieces.

See you've gotten me singing it. :)

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Ben..

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Unknowngnome!...I was attempting my first Hay(na)ku and it took me to ivory moonlight.

Jen R said...

Beautiful Susie

Beyond Horizon said...

Sometimes I feel like I live like this poetry...Beautiful :)

Sandy Carlson said...

That is a very tender and beautiful poem.

JaLpArI - tHe MeRmAiD said...

Loving this poem.... a tale of longing....a tale of 'the wait'....

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