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

Monday, April 20, 2015

Snare of Her Tongue

Born claw deep in curious
I prodded answers with
a question, but curiosity
was still hungry for why.

My daughter’s inquiry
of the reason for a name
produced the knowledge
I was named after a pestering child.

No matter how high the questions
climbed they never reached satisfaction.
The rationality behind my name
remained a mysterious link to aggravation.

What my mother failed to consider
in her propensity to express dark humor
was she might actually be stung
by the prophetic snare of her tongue.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 20

I am the little girl with the scraped knee sitting on my father's lap. 


Sanaa Rizvi said...

You are so adorable as a child! :D
Loved the poem :D

Susie Swanson said...

Awww, love this one Susie and the pic is so sweet. hugs, xo

Jim said...

I guessed right, Susie. Your mom was right if I can read the lines and from what I have seen.
We have a Susie, she's older than you. Her mom named her after the Song, "Peggy Sue." But Susie didn't like either of those, or them together.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful write! I loved this and the pic!

Gillena Cox said...

"I prodded answers with
a question,"

that plain awesome, i can easily in my mind picture you that pestering child
thanks for sharing a lovely write and for dropping in to read mine

much love...

Hannah said...

So sweet you are in this image, Susie.

Your opening stanza is wow! I just love your wording there and the entirety relays your story so well. Excellent!

Debi Swim said...

I love that first verse and the ending is wonderful. I'm sure you weren't a pest just had an inquiring mind.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the photo, and love this look back......LOVE the closing lines!!!!!!! So much!!!!!!

Sumana Roy said...

aw...I could picture you as that little curious child in my mind Susie...love the photo :)

Björn Rudberg said...

How sweet.. Pestering child, I doubt that, but curiosity is a great thing, the answer giving yet a question.. I can picture that.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Poetic justice, hah? Love it. And the photo of you. Did you get called Blondie?

Outlawyer said...

Such a cute picture and family and a wondeful poem of mothers and daughters. K.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love your approach here, Susie. Very tongue-in-cheek look at the whole parent child dynamic. I know there is no greater quality in a child than an inquiring mind.

colleen said...

I especially love that last stanza. I've always said that peoeple can call me nosey. They can call me curious. You can say I like gossip or you can say I like biographies. It's all a matter of degree and how you say a thing.

grapeling said...

I love the smile on your mother's face. So, apple, tree, huh? ~

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