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

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Night ~ Tanka

The night puddles
under the oak tree
in broken stars and shadows,
the wind painting a Monet
with its branches.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: All HD Wallpapers


Enigmatic Soul said...

Wow. Beautiful imagery.. :)

The Poetic Homemaker said...

For some reason, this poems holds a bit of mystery for me. Nice flow.

The Unknowngnome said...

Tanka and picture coalesce.

It is a Monet, no wait, it's a Clevenger and a bleepin' good one!


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is excellent, Susie. I especially like your use of the word 'puddles' and 'broken'. They add such depth to a short piece.

Karen said...

I love the feel of this, it's beautiful.

Marian said...

awwwww. just beautiful.

Teresa said...

What a wonderful poem, and the picture is perfect~night and mystery.

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Ella said...

Oh, Susie, this is wonderful~
I love the mystery and magic in your journey! :D

Mystic_Mom said...

Love! Love! Love!

Hannah said...

Oh, this is such a rich image you've painted, Susie! So pretty!

beccagivens said...

Love this tanka -- wonderful imagery!! :)

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