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

Friday, July 27, 2012

Lunar Dreams in Ink

It is the moon
that stirs me to dream.

It fills the night
with an exclamation
that faith has slain impossible.

That brilliant orb is my encourager.
If it can steal the stage from myriad stars
that own so many nights, I can walk
out from under the cloud of “I can’t.”

Words are my dream,
to see  them reach beyond
that blinking cursor
that translates them
from my scribbled notes.

I have fear, joy, sorrow, hope
that is not unique but universal
to each one who calls earth home.

If I have the gift to communicate
from life’s well I have drank from,
then I can place the cup of my words
on the lips of those whose voices are parched.

I am a dreamer of words great and small
and with my beloved moon to inspire
I shall take them from my solitary world
into a book that hands can hold,
thumb through its pages and
read my heart written in bold print.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Written for New World Creative Union's
Wednesday Wake-Up Call 7/25/2012 "Dreams"


Joanne Elliott said...

I like this. The moon and words...the perfect pair!

I resonate with: "I am a dreamer of words great and small"

Chasing Tao said...

Incredibly lovely as always Susie! Thanks for sharing this with us...it's always nice to have the silvern flow of words from your quill!

Roger ☺

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