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Friday, January 25, 2013

Where Are The Flowers

Where are the flowers?
Empty vases gather dust
in a broken love story.

It was once a dozen roses
presented with a smile;
wrapped around
 forever mine.

Dried petals
in the fast
entombed in
 what the hell for.

Where are
 the flowers?
Store bought 
 cutter romance
coloring up your
 lack of commitment.

Lies are always
 prettier when they
 hide in tissue with
 a prewritten note
you didn’t have
 to get ink 
stains to write.

Dried petals
in the fast forward.
Ribbon tied perjury,
sentenced to evening trash.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Marian Kent provided the spoken word/music of
 Dessa as inspiration for us to create from. 


Chhavi Vatwani said...

Sweet. I can almost touch those flowers that dried up in your words. :)

sreeja harikrishnan said...

Some great lines there....loved it

Lolamouse said...

Ouch. This is so full of feeling. I love the word play (empty vases gather dust in a broken love story) and the images you present.

Emma Major said...

you've really captured the feel, well done

Kerry O'Connor said...

Lies are always
prettier when they
hide in tissue with
a prewritten note...

You struck the right chord with these lines, Susie.

Marian said...

Susie! aaarrgghhhh i LOVE this poem, how wonderful! this? wow:
"Scented mummies entombed in what the hell for."
whoosh and yay!

Isadora Gruye said...

Susie, this is really well done. Some saccharin, some lullaby...all clever and well drafted. I really liked these lines:

Store bought
cutter romance
coloring up your
lack of commitment.

Here you provided such depth to a familiar concept. Well done and viva la

Hannah said...

Nice, Susie!!! You gather the tone for sure and Izy and Marian...actually Keryy, too, mentioned my favorite parts! Great job!

Peggy said...

I was grabbed by the first stanza! Good job!

Kay L. Davies said...

OH, well done, Susie. Too true, too often.

Susan said...

"entombed in
what the hell for."

Vision and power, you sure captured that no nonsense take on the nonsense of things with the sass and the cadence and all. I totally enjoyed reading this!

Mama Zen said...

Those last two stanzas are on fire! Love it!

Margaret said...

Truly strong all the way through... so many awesome lines, I was grabbed with the first stanza - NEW it was going to be good and "Ribbon tied perjury,
sentenced to evening trash." A bad romance NEVER sounded so good :)

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