Dear Poets...My Poets

I am drawn to your words
like a moth devouring light.
When the world tears another
layer from shell I inhabit,
your words fill the scar and speak
another day into my flesh.

Dear poets…my poets…
Yes, I claim you as my own.
You speak the unspeakable,
take my pain, and leave me whole.


©Susie Clevenger 2014

Real Toads Flash Fiction 55

Comments

Anjum Wasim Dar said…
Incredible -a loving claim -as a poet it makes me immensely happy-beautiful thoughts
September 7, 2014 at 10:43 AM
Maude Lynn said…
and speak
another day into my flesh.

Wow.
September 7, 2014 at 11:28 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Your words speak for so many of us, Susie. I find your expression of gratitude very moving.
September 7, 2014 at 11:33 AM
hedgewitch said…
A great deal of sincere emotion, real experience in this, Susie--people not involved in the arts think of poetry as something external, perhaps even superficial, but those of us who live for it feel it in exactly this way.
September 7, 2014 at 12:04 PM
brudberg said…
How words can close the gape that opens in the chest.. those words of poets that make us whole.. I love this.
September 7, 2014 at 12:41 PM
Grace said…
That last two lines, how the words strongly resonated with me ~ This packs a punch Susie ~ Happy week ~
September 7, 2014 at 1:41 PM
Anonymous said…
Yes, this is so true. I wish I could have discovered poetry years before I did.
September 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM
Fireblossom said…
This is awesome stuff.
September 7, 2014 at 2:53 PM
ZQ said…
A rose at your feet :-)
ZQ
September 7, 2014 at 3:16 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
I want to dance with your words. Then I want to hear them sing as their healing medicine to all.
September 7, 2014 at 6:54 PM
Helen said…
Dear poets, my poets ~ reading those words was emotional for me. It is nice to stop and reflect on how our lives are impacted by each other ...
September 7, 2014 at 9:29 PM
Jim said…
I like the writing, Susie. I can't pick out exactly what, where, or for sure how you made it work. The tone is melancholy, very down and gloomy (to me), but the words you used look on their face to be gay and cheerful, very friendly.

Like the writer is having a bad day but someone pulled his chain and these words of welcome and thanks spew out.
..
September 7, 2014 at 10:39 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Beautifully written and wonderful to read!
September 8, 2014 at 5:58 PM
Sharp Little Pencil said…
Susie, I claim you right back! It's so true, our community has so much to offer. Stories of pain, of pleasure, of triumph, of darkness. I believe we all live as extensions of each other's worlds! Love, Amy
September 9, 2014 at 8:42 PM
Margaret said…
…and speak another day

that is lovely. It is amazing how words we share and read can lift one up - make such a difference! Especially poetry - it makes one think a bit more slowly, seek the depth of what is said - and feel it.
September 9, 2014 at 9:11 PM
Anonymous said…
oh captain my captain ~
September 10, 2014 at 1:56 AM
Grandmother Mary said…
Beautifully said. Fortunate we are to be nurtured, challenged, spoken for when words elude us. Thanks for sharing this.
September 10, 2014 at 7:17 AM
Hannah said…
Beautiful, Susie. ♥

"You speak the unspeakable," is powerful.
September 10, 2014 at 7:40 PM
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