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

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Counted Longing

i’d buy yesterday
if I could own your secrets.
today feels empty

  ~ i ~

poetry arrives
when longing needs an outlet.
love clings to verses

~ i ~

love is a mad war
that leaves empty, lost places
tomorrow can’t fill

~ i ~

in the sullen realms
of broken hearts and lost dreams
life roots its rebirth

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 21


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Not happy pieces but somehow satisfying. It must be the poetry of them! :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Susie. Oh, the longing.....

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent, quite well written and hard earned.

Vandana Sharma said...

I really like the definition of poetry given by you.

Jim said...

A very nice foursome, Ssie. They fit together nicely.
For some reason the third senyru is my choice for favorite.
It sounds extremely forlorn to me.

grapeling said...

poetry does fill some empties, doesn't it?~

Björn Rudberg said...

Susie.. somehow i think the sadness is what create the beauty.. poetry is about that.

Gail said...

Sad and beautiful.

Thanks for visiting.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a lovely selection of short pieces, Susie. This line will stick with me:
love is a mad war

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful writing, Susie.

rlavalette said...

well done, SC!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Melancholy in such beautiful verses...ah the beauty of it! :D

Hannah said...

This aches of longing and rings of hope...so honest and beautiful, Susie.

Jinksy said...

poetry arrives
when longing needs an outlet.
love clings to verses

That is the most beautiful definition of both love, and poetry♥

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