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. 

Real Toads ~ The Letter W

Comments

Sumana Roy said…
sipping lies and withering! poor
soul...the imagery works well....
April 26, 2014 at 10:04 PM
humbird said…
refilled cup...some sort of addiction...~ maybe buy new one...or change the drink xx
April 26, 2014 at 10:44 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh, wow!!! Such feeling! And a beautiful selection of Ws! Me like! *smile*
April 27, 2014 at 1:09 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I sip from your whitewashed cup of lies...What an excellent image, Susie. (One I wish I had thought of)
April 27, 2014 at 1:27 AM
Scarlet said…
Those lies that we have drink from whitewashed cup ~ Love this Susie ~
April 27, 2014 at 5:52 AM
Kathryn Dyche said…
One of my favorites for this prompt . . . whitewashed cup of lies such a potent image.
April 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM
Marian said…
eek, withering, Susie!
April 27, 2014 at 7:57 AM
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.
April 27, 2014 at 8:40 AM
Helen said…
'Where, when, why litter the distance' ... great line in a thought provoking poem!
April 27, 2014 at 10:33 AM
Lisa A. Williams said…
Love the imagery in this, beautifully written.
April 27, 2014 at 4:50 PM
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