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

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Broken City Of Stones

A dust moon shines
its muddy glow on
the cardboard skyline
painting it shades of sepia.

From my vantage point
upon the roof I could
see everything and nothing
in the dismal tomb of lost dreams.

No matter how high
I climb toward the stars
gravity always pulls me back
to this broken city of stones.

©Susie Clevenger 2014


Fireblossom said...

Ah but you'll always get up and start climbing again, won't you?

Susan said...

Tomb of lost dreams!

A bleak vision, but the stones and cardboard give me hope of a literal breakthrough.

Sam Edge Author said...

Gravity's as bitch but it keeps us grounded.

Vandana Sharma said...

very nicely done , the stars, gravity all so wonderful!!!

Kenia Cris said...

The thing is you insist. Persistency is something I really admire in people.

Thank you muchly for writing to my prompt and stopping by and leaving me such a thoughtful comment and sharing me. <3

Kiss you!

Ella said...

Wow, I love your beginning-I want to create it and your ending...Yes, you always carry on~

hedgewitch said...

Susie, this really has movement and feeling to it, inexorable and deep. I love the dust moon and the cardboard sky, and the word 'sepia' just makes this whole poem gel. Really good stuff.

humbird said...

Still we can hope and climb again, dreams, you know, we can arrange them at our taste...:)xx

gabrielle said...

falldowngetup--it's one continuous motion. I so admire your honesty and your perseverance.

Kay L. Davies said...

It's the getting up that counts.
And I love the cardboard skyline line.
Hugs, K

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oooh! This is really good poetry, Susie. Each stanza holds its own and the final line has so much flair.

grapeling said...

a sense of emptiness you've woven in just a few strokes, Susie ~

razzamadazzle said...

You have some amazing imagery in here. I love the cardboard skyline.

Grace said...

I specially love that last stanza, broken city of stones ~ Lovely writing Susie ~

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