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Monday, December 2, 2013

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


NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

soooo lovely and beautiful.. to fall into someones eyes.. and the disappointment years later, when you miss what once was.

Vandana Sharma said...

sometimes feeling guilty takes too much

Bill Nicholls said...

As ever beautiful words

Aidz Giannini said...

Quit enjoyed this and some beautiful metaphors :)

blueoran 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

Mama Zen said...

This is really great writing, Susie. The fourth stanza is amazing.

kaykuala said...

The morning after hangover can be quite a discovery. Nicely Susie!


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.

Sumana Roy said...

beautiful images...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Especially loved the second stanza - "until the stars were deaf". I really felt this poem.

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.

razzamadazzle said...

Truly tragic piece. Love the personification of the stars.

grapeling said...

strong pen, Susie, and I also liked the 2nd and 4th verses ~

Robert Bourne said...

such a silky thread of regret and sadness... what was once now fading...one of life's more difficult times...

Ella said...

Wow, Susie! This is wondrous~
I love how you have layered this one...truly amazing!

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.

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