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

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Southern Candles


August tears
for the death
of a king cried
the delta into
your spirit.

No matter
how many lights
shine in the city….
southern back roads
are the candles
to lead you home.

©Susie Clevenger 2014


Vandana Sharma said...

Candles, earthen lamps ....will always light our paths.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Susie, those back roads that lead us home...and your poem.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such tender words of guidance and hope cannot fail to touch the heart.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Lots of Southern heritage in my family so I love the "southern back roads
are the candles
to lead you home"

Hannah said...

The contrast between the candles and the dark road is stunning. Well done, Susie!

Björn said...

A lovely sentiment of longing and nostalgia.

grapeling said...

the plural of Elvis is Elvii. Or maybe Elvira? :)

kidding aside, this is a tender and insightful invitation of return. ~

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