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

Sunday, June 30, 2013


I probably shouldn’t
have written “over”
on the note I left you.

You were so clueless
you thought I wanted
to continue to a second page.

One was enough,
too many actually.
You weren’t worth the pain.

P.S. Don’t bother waiting.
I won’t be licking my wounds
to return for the next punch.
I left town without a rearview mirror.

©Susie Clevenger 2013


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers. Killer poem. Love the closing lines especially.

Lolamouse said...

Clever and witty but tells a powerful story too.

Susan said...

How great that the persona speaking here is strong and powerful and aware. Fine poetry.

Some of my selves I left quite thoroughly. I've become more sympathetic to those I can recall, though, and some make me smile.

grapeling said...

Snap! That 2nd stanza especially. Good pen, Susie ~ M

rlavalette said...

Succinct. Masterwork, this one, SC. Salute.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like your approach in this poem, Susie... especially the "Over" being misconstrued :)

Helen said...

Attitude with a capital A ... great write ~

Grace said...

Good for you to leave before the next punch...ouch on that ~

Susie Swanson said...

Awesome write. Loved the end of it. Hugs.

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