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

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Whitewashed Cup

The wind wanders
wherever it wishes,
but I can’t move beyond
waiting for your words
to wash the suspicion
from my thoughts.

Where, when, why
litter the distance
between us, but still
it isn’t enough to wrest
my heart from hands
that only crush it.

I sip from your whitewashed cup
of lies and wither a little more
each time you refill it.

©Susie Clevenger

Marian at Real Toads prompted us to use the letter W in our poetry. 


Sumana Roy said...

sipping lies and withering! poor
soul...the imagery works well....

humbird said...

refilled cup...some sort of addiction...~ maybe buy new one...or change the drink xx

ccchampagne said...

Oh, wow!!! Such feeling! And a beautiful selection of Ws! Me like! *smile*

Kerry O'Connor said...

I sip from your whitewashed cup of lies...What an excellent image, Susie. (One I wish I had thought of)

Heaven said...

Those lies that we have drink from whitewashed cup ~ Love this Susie ~

Kathryn said...

One of my favorites for this prompt . . . whitewashed cup of lies such a potent image.

Marian said...

eek, withering, Susie!

Kerridwen said...

I was reading this on your tumblr and trying to figure out how to comment.. found it ;)

I like this one, it's a little mysterious and also somehow sad, wondering what is lie or truth.. I think? ;) Very cool.

Helen said...

'Where, when, why litter the distance' ... great line in a thought provoking poem!

Lisa A. Williams said...

Love the imagery in this, beautifully written.

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