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

Tuesday, April 7, 2015


She cups her story
in the palm of her hand
feeding it courage.

She had lured it
from beneath her ribs
with crumbs of anger.

"It is the scar that speaks
a wound is healed, not tears
that nurse its bleeding.”

Darkness is a wordless page.
be brave enough to write
your way to freedom.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 7


Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is remarkable...!!
And to think it was inspired after you had a conversation with a certain person.. is simply awesome! :D


Ella said...

Oh, Susie this one speaks to me on so many levels~ Fighting disease is what I think of first~

One of my new favorites-so well done!

Magaly Guerrero said...

The imagery is lovely--the speaker protecting her story and breathing spoons of "You can do this!" into it.


Jim said...

Tell me more about luring stories out of our body and soul, Susie. There are many, a lot I suppose that we don't think a thing interesting about.

grapeling said...

inspired metaphors, especially in the first two verses, Susie ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a most imaginative way to describe the way a poet must gain courage to express emotive material for others to read.

Gillena Cox said...

Luv your imagery, smoothly offered from start to finish

Have a creative month

Much love...

blueoran said...

Wasn't it Malcolm who said to MacDuff in Shakespeare's "Macbeth," "let anger sharpen your sword"? Words arisen from the whetstone of grief, intrepid as the blood that heals the wound.

Outlawyer said...

Agree with M--and I guess sometimes anger is useful for stoking the courage to speak out--always interesting and inspiring, Susie. K .

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wow, what a magnificent poem! I particularly love the final verse.

Hannah said...

Courage indeed!! Such apt descriptions for the depth of what poetry can be/become! Amazing, Susie!

Kim Nelson said...

That third stanza is magically written and truth encapsulated.

Susan said...

How alive is that story that can be fed courage and anger? How alive is that story that heals a wound? If only it could write itself. Powerful metaphors.

Carrie Van Horn said...

That first stanza is glorious Susie! I love every line!

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