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

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Flesh That Lies

Dressed in flesh that lies
he buries his difference
in a living grave and curses
mirrors that reflect but cannot see.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014


Enigma said...

"Mirrors that reflect but cannot see." - So poetic!

Beautifully penned piece.

M. J. Joachim said...

Oh, to stand on one's laurels...

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

I am struck by "mirrors that reflect but cannot see". I suspect there is an intriguing backstory to this poem.

Helen said...

This is mysterious .. And quite lovely.

Kenia Cris said...

Wow, that's something. I'm glad to have come here and read about mirror that reflect but cannot see. I'm glad you revealed their existence because it can teach people what to listen to when they go in front of them.


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