I want to recall
flight
without broken
wings…
skin that was
flushed pink…
memories when they
were first written…
Unbreak the mirror
I fractured
with my petty
longing.
Why try to live in
a book’s ending
when there is more
life to write?
How foolish to chip
at my epitaph
by retelling past
glory as if the sun
will no longer
shine to add new
sentences to my
story.
I am a much better
performer
in life’s continuum
of joy and sorrow
than the tearful
novice who crumpled
in the first act
when circumstance
rewrote her
fledgling script.
For those who watch
and toss opinion
I will consider
what I deem as worthy
and erase nonsense
without a thought.
I have more to do…
more to say….
and more to give…
in the unknown
number of days
left for me to
celebrate.
Susie Clevenger
2013
Susan at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads challenged us to take the last line or lines of one of our previously written poems and use it as the first line/lines in a new poem. Here is the link to my previous poem Yesterday's Immortality and the link to what other's created for Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge
Comments
"Why try to live in a book’s ending
when there is more life to write?"
How you pace me backwards from the end into the middle is marvelous. I'm going right back up to the top to read this again.
We will await further words from you.
K
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Like Kay, we await more ~ Smiles ~
This business of living is exhausting and you approach is inspiring.
"as if the sun
will no longer shine to add new
sentences to my story."
So true, Susie!!
I need to chip away more after reading this poem~
So much reflection in your words!
I feel guided to do more today, after reading this...
Thank you! :D
Remarkable, though chilling.