Book Roots

Planted in the middle of quiet and quarrel
I grew up through the roots of books
dividing life into dreams I could believe.

Pages raced through wide eyed blinks
leaving footprints of I can and I will
on my imagination hungry for rainbows.

Surrounded by friends with alphabet spines
I drew closer to words that didn’t sting
from the cat scratch of an angry tongue.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



NaPoWriMo ~ Day 2
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Comments

Outlawyer said…
This is so understandable and very well- said. Thanks, susie. K. Manicddaily
April 2, 2015 at 6:40 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
YES, books were my refuge and my roadmap out, as well. I love that you were "hungry for rainbows." Me, too.
April 2, 2015 at 6:46 PM
Fireblossom said…
Books can be an absolute life saver, there's no doubt about that.

Thanks so much for your review of our book at Goodreads!
April 2, 2015 at 6:59 PM
Anonymous said…
"dividing life into dreams I could believe"... that is an interesting thought. I think I did that, maybe still do. Very Nice
April 2, 2015 at 8:19 PM
Anonymous said…
Books are the best!
April 2, 2015 at 8:36 PM
Ella said…
Yes, the great escape in those pages! I love that you were hungry for rainbows-
I once tried to hide and spend the night in a library-didn't happen darn it~
April 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM
Anonymous said…
I like the image of alphabet spines
April 2, 2015 at 10:30 PM
Other Mary said…
Books make a wonderful home and safe haven. This is beautifully written.
April 2, 2015 at 10:40 PM
Jim said…
Your friends have been true to you, Susie. You have done well with your poetry by your awards and recognition.
Besides, I like to read what you write.
..
April 3, 2015 at 12:15 AM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Books were my friends too, and my sanctuary.
April 3, 2015 at 1:21 AM
grapeling said…
lots of us lived in those books, I think ~
April 3, 2015 at 2:32 AM
Marian said…
Really nice, Susie. I can totally relate.
April 3, 2015 at 5:14 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I really like the effect of the tercets. Your opening stanza captured my attention - great metaphoric language throughout.
April 3, 2015 at 9:12 AM
Maude Lynn said…
This is beautiful work, Susie.
April 3, 2015 at 9:36 AM
Gillena Cox said…
Simply lovely Susie, from opening to closing line


Thanks for dropping in to read mine
Much love...
April 3, 2015 at 9:58 AM
Magaly Guerrero said…
At the risk of committing cliché on the first degree, I will say that you were so very talented at the art of grabbing the rose from the bush and surviving the thorns.
April 3, 2015 at 12:56 PM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
Books were my best friends when I was growing up---loved this!
April 3, 2015 at 5:14 PM
Hannah said…
"Surrounded by friends with alphabet spines"

I love your poem and this piece is such a fun image for me!!
April 3, 2015 at 5:47 PM
kaykuala said…
Pages raced through wide eyed blinks
leaving footprints of I can and I will on my imagination

Books certainly did that Susie! One just could not go without them!

Hank
April 4, 2015 at 4:32 AM
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