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

Saturday, October 27, 2012

It Once Was

It once was
But now isn’t.

It once could
But now can’t.

It once belonged
But now is abandoned.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Kellie Elmore ~ Free Write Friday


kaykuala said...

It's sad! It had seen better days. It could have belonged to someone very important, a big car as it is! Nicely Susie!


Susan said...

Three beings and unbeings left me stranded. That's how it is.

Laurie Kolp said...

Lovely piece... picture and poem.

Kellie Elmore said...

sweet use of brevity, Susie. I was so happy when I saw that you wrote for me again. ♥

I have many times passed old tractors, trucks and old home places and "felt" for them. This invoked the same for me. Lovely! xox

Maleko said...

To the point, I love it! Nothing is left hanging the simplicity is alarming and real.

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