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

Monday, December 22, 2014

Rooted Grass

The moon drips its light
through the oak tree
in a candle path across my toes.

Entranced by the mystic glow
I imagine myself rooted grass
claiming my piece of earth.

Taking in each moment I share
with tonight I leave all thoughts
of tomorrow on the distant horizon.

Skin mottled by shadows
I stand as a soldier protecting
dreams from reality’s artillery.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014


Magaly Guerrero said...

I could dance to that first stanza...

Susie Swanson said...

So beautiful. Merry Christmas to you and your family.

Grace said...

I felt peaceful claiming my piece of earth ~

Wishing you Merry Christmas Susie ~

colleen said...

I love the moon making a candle path ... and without the wax clean up.

Vandana Sharma said...

Ah! such soothing in this. Really , we all try to protect our dreams for reality for both are different realms altogether.

blueoran said...

A wonderful identification of the poet's voice with the green nurturing world. Standing up for it as a true citizen.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This sounds like such a peaceful moment!

Merry Christmas, Susie.

Justin Lamb said...

This is a great moment of relishing the peace of the night without rushing on to tomorrow's problems.

Sweeper of Dreams said...

That last stanza flooded my brain with swirls of those moments when dreams and waking mix. Beautiful.

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