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

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Rest From Stones

Even the geese know home
I am a gypsy seeking a warm heart
to call my own and a place
where the welcome mat speaks truth.

I don’t wish for what lies
over the rainbow…..
only  that my feet will
find rest from walking
this path of stones.

©Susie Clevenger 2013


Vandana Sharma said...

sometimes we do need a break!

Manicddaily said...

The difficulties of the season are clear here, of wintry landscapes too -- thanks, Susie. K.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem really speaks to me, Susie......especially the welcome mat speaking truth.

Mama Zen said...

This is beautiful.

blueoran said...

I think its a condition of our words that they make us feel uprooted and homeless. Always separating us and distancing us from the intimate, making us yearn to go home. Just an opinion, but wordless nature has a much easier time of it than we do. Very nice. - B

br!nDle said...

A Very Happy New Year to You...I love reading your blog...So keep Writing stuff...God Bless You...:):)
Have a Wonderful Year ahead...<3<3

Wordifull Melanie said...

This is so evocative and relatable to me.

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