Feathers of Poe


I wade the blue water
to stand in the oak tree’s reflection
seeking its strength to keep
me from drowning in shadows.

Tomorrow drinks of the ripples
around my waist……
I pray the sun will shine brighter
to burn melancholy’s rope
from my feet.

If floats on the waves
bringing me little comfort.
I am scarred from suppositions
camouflaged as dreams.

I watch the birds write
a winged poem in the sky,
hoping the verses will not fall
in feathers of Poe.
  

©Susie Clevenger 2013
 I have been reading the book Empty Chairs by Stacey Danson. This poem just seemed to be birthed from it.
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Comments

Claudia said…
ha...now i'm curious about that book..smiles...loved the images...esp...

I am scarred from suppositions
camouflaged as dreams....and....

I watch the birds write
a winged poem in the sky...this is gorgeous
February 14, 2013 at 11:30 PM
Anonymous said…
i loved the winged poem in the sky also

kooky kinesthetics
February 15, 2013 at 12:23 AM
kelvin s.m. said…
..Susie your ending verse is excellent... birds are indeed poetic in many ways... some lines i find deeply sad and heavy like when you wrote -- I pray the sun will shine to burn melancholy's rope from my feet... smiles...
February 15, 2013 at 3:41 AM
Janine Bollée said…
Some brilliant metaphors in there and enviable images.
'just birthed' as well. You are blessed by this offspring.
February 15, 2013 at 5:30 AM
Brian Miller said…
smiles...nice nod to the Poe there in end...it is cool watching nature write poetry...that is magic...standing in the reflection of the tree is really cool as well...

have you been watching the following? might not be your cup of tea but its about them trying to catch a serial killer that kills based on Poe...
February 15, 2013 at 5:32 AM
lucychili said…
beautiful

I wade the blue water
to stand in the oak tree’s reflection
seeking its strength to keep
me from drowning in shadows.
February 15, 2013 at 6:03 AM
Ron. said…
Another gem, SC. Now I'm gonna hafta be watching those birds more closely, trying to scry the message. Thanks.
February 15, 2013 at 1:35 PM
Anonymous said…
This is great! The last stanza really captivates me.
February 15, 2013 at 1:37 PM
Anonymous said…
Ah. Those suppositions can be so heavy and limiting. What a wonderful way of putting all of this. Lovely poem. k.
February 15, 2013 at 2:41 PM
Unknown said…
Feathers of Poe is such an evocative phrase. Your readers feel the melancholy and the yearning for it to ease. The water wafted 'round my knees in a familiar way..
February 15, 2013 at 5:11 PM
Renee said…
Visiting from dVerse. I so want Spring to arrive and it is close...I can feel it. Love your write and "to burn melancholy’s rope from my feet." I so wish the sun were here as that is simply what would happen.
February 15, 2013 at 9:24 PM
Ben Ditty said…
Loved the line:

"I am scarred from suppositions
camouflaged as dreams."

I wonder what superstitions you were thinking.
February 16, 2013 at 12:52 AM
Heidi said…
Holy cow "i watch the bird write winged poems in the sky" I think this is my most favorite thing I have read all day.
February 19, 2013 at 5:16 PM
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