Tar And Feather Wings

If I could fly with these
tar and feather wings,
I would soar above the
shadows hiding beneath my bed.
                                             
It is the time of me,
but I haven’t the strength
to rise above the drowning
music of necessity’s plunder.

In this watered down version
of being I exist, breathe,
wait for the last shoe to drop.

For everything there is a season,
mine is shriveling hours clinging
to a vine that no longer has life.


©Susie Clevenger 2014

This is not me now, but it once was. I am good at hiding things, like thoughts and state of mind. I am grateful for the light that I now live in. I am blessed.

Grapeling's final Get Listed for the year provided us with these words to find poetry in: music, few, grip, feather, glove, steam, embrace, rise, fall, water, shadow, bed

Get Listed: Final For 2014

Comments

brudberg said…
To live with shadows underneath ... So glad you are out of it now, but I think I have caught a glimpse of a world like that a few times. Excellent use of the words.
December 31, 2014 at 2:18 PM
Debi Swim said…
wait for the last shoe to drop... I used to wait for my mother's anger and if it didn't come as expected I felt I had to do something to "make the shoe drop" wow your poem brought that back - I am in a better place now,too with my Mom I'm glad to say.
December 31, 2014 at 2:36 PM
Unknown said…
Sounds like that was one heck of a past that you have here. So much is said with so few words, but it really tells a great story! Have a wonderful New Year! :)
December 31, 2014 at 5:46 PM
Anonymous said…
Waiting for the last shoe to drop is a horrible wait. This describes that kind of desperation so well. Thanks. k.
December 31, 2014 at 8:46 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
You describe a state of mind I am sure many readers can relate to. As always, yours is a voice of compassion.

January 1, 2015 at 9:51 AM
hedgewitch said…
The imagery in this is so very effective, Susie. I know that black shadow well--so glad you are now in the light. I especially loved '..the drowning/music of necessity’s plunder..'
January 1, 2015 at 10:49 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I so know that feeling of not having the strength to endure what we must - and do - endure. I know the trek you have made, Susie, and I admire you. You are a lion-hearted mother. This is such powerful writing.Glad light is triumphing. It always does, no matter what.
January 1, 2015 at 4:02 PM
Anjum Wasim Dar said…
strong wishes good thoughts May Allah bless you with the best amen
January 2, 2015 at 1:26 AM
Susan said…
I like the extended metaphor of under the bed--exactly where the next shoe might drop. Tar and Feather sounds so much like something a society does to a member. It takes us so long to learn we can shed those wings and grow new ones.
January 2, 2015 at 7:01 AM
Kathryn Dyche said…
I felt every word of this . . . definitely been there. Glad its a place you're no longer in. x
January 2, 2015 at 12:06 PM
Anonymous said…
I came back to read this after reading your (1/3) "Short Straw" post. What a pair. Salute!
January 4, 2015 at 6:21 AM
grapeling said…
whew, Susie. Have you been looking in my brain pan? Thank you for adding your voice, and I wish you a happy new year. (Sorry for being so late to comment; work has been busy...) ~
January 4, 2015 at 11:44 PM
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