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Monday, August 4, 2014

Only So Many Minutes

Tardiness made a table for two
a desert island where alone
wore her best heels.

There are only so many
minutes in faith...

A glassy eyed clock ticks
to the end of her rope.

©Susie Clevenger 2014


Jim said...

Oops, Susie, tables for two are not meant for one to be alone there. This read very well, I enjoyed it and can feel for her.
For some reason this did remind me of a friend we met at the Luby's tonight on the way out.

Sunday she had gotten ready for church and was surprised at all the activity as she drove along that morning, usually very quiet on Sundays. When she drove by the Chick-fil-A it was open. She clicked her iPhone and looked at the clock. It was only Saturday.
Perhaps your hero is on the wrong day? :)

jo-hanna said...

He stood you up or left, because ti took you so long to get those heels on :-)
After the summer I bet they needed practice walking again.
You are making us all write this story for you.

Anonymous said...

A glassy eyed clock ticks
to the end of her rope... wow
This is filled with emotion

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

Those words speak volumes . . .

Kerry O'Connor said...

Each sentence-stanza perfectly conveys the nuances of your theme: no one wants to be left alone.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"alone wore her best heels" and "a glassy eyed clock ticks to the end of her rope"...what fantastic lines!

Anonymous said...

finely tuned ~

Margaret said...

"only so many minutes in faith"… Awesome So succinct and moody. Love it!

Mama Zen said...

This is so well done, Susie! The middle two lines are just flawless.

Marian said...

wow, Susie! you've elevated a mundane moment, really showing the pain of it.


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