Another Sunday Morning



Another Sunday morning
and I don’t know how far
I have fallen in your eyes.

Love was once music played
at full volume until
the stars were deaf.

We danced in
the velvet underground
heedless of the need for redemption.

I’m not sure when Saturday night
turned off its neon
to greet stained glass.

I kept spinning as I was
while you stepped into a philosophy
that condemned me.

It’s another Sunday morning
and I just don’t know how much further
I can fall in your eyes.


©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Comments

NataĊĦek said…
soooo lovely and beautiful.. to fall into someones eyes.. and the disappointment years later, when you miss what once was.
December 2, 2013 at 1:48 AM
Vandana Sharma said…
sometimes feeling guilty takes too much
December 2, 2013 at 2:05 AM
Billy Blue Eyes said…
As ever beautiful words
December 2, 2013 at 2:19 AM
Unknown said…
Quit enjoyed this and some beautiful metaphors :)
December 2, 2013 at 3:24 AM
Anonymous said…
Nice - I think this brings into sharp focus the difference between growing up and growing down. One perspective would say that Saturday night's neon must become Sunday morning's stained glass (nice image there) -- a metaphor for growing up -- but the counterintuitive one is that growing down into the deeper majesties is the point of aging. There the big night music of youth becomes a grander work, perhaps the one we have the rest of our lives to compose. The churchly metaphors of redemption and falling and condemnation only work from the outsides of the dance. Just groovin' here to a nice poem, good work, Brendan
December 2, 2013 at 4:21 AM
Maude Lynn said…
This is really great writing, Susie. The fourth stanza is amazing.
December 2, 2013 at 8:52 AM
kaykuala said…
The morning after hangover can be quite a discovery. Nicely Susie!

Hank
December 2, 2013 at 9:10 AM
Susan said…
Such insight here in every line, then and now, aging and rising and falling into and away. I truly love this poem, and recall the ache of its truths from time past. I hope I have outgrown the regret into a more accepting peace.
December 2, 2013 at 9:47 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Especially loved the second stanza - "until the stars were deaf". I really felt this poem.
December 2, 2013 at 12:00 PM
Margaret said…
"while you stepped into a philosophy
that condemned me.

The fourth with its "stain glass" line - must mean church? Just love this - I can feel the emotion.
December 2, 2013 at 1:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Truly tragic piece. Love the personification of the stars.
December 2, 2013 at 2:55 PM
Anonymous said…
strong pen, Susie, and I also liked the 2nd and 4th verses ~
December 2, 2013 at 5:58 PM
revelations said…
such a silky thread of regret and sadness... what was once now fading...one of life's more difficult times...
December 2, 2013 at 7:03 PM
Ella said…
Wow, Susie! This is wondrous~
I love how you have layered this one...truly amazing!
December 2, 2013 at 10:15 PM
Marian said…
oooooh Susie, i'm sorry i missed this in the haze of time-off for the holiday. i love it and i can really feel it.... how far you think i've fallen. emphasis on "in your eyes" though it's very hard to not internalize that kind of thing. very, very beautiful.
December 3, 2013 at 11:39 AM
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