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

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Last Leg

He thought they
had reached
water under the bridge.

She was tired of
navigating emotions
without any sense of direction.

The last leg of too far
left footprints that
didn’t lead home.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ 2015


Jim said...

"Footprints that don't lead home" mean bigger problems than we had seen in the earlier verses.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Witty/sad — and so beautifully succinct.

Outlawyer said...

Hi Susie--you use known phrases so effectively here--thanks for participating at the end of the month. K.

Ella said...

This is sad, but sometimes our heart can't wear anymore treads~


Sara McNulty said...

Very clever!

Sumana Roy said...

chilling and sad..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this is so powerful......leaving footsteps that didnt lead home. Perfect.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Very poignant watching love die and all.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved the use of phrases here in this beautiful piece...! :D

Kerry O'Connor said...

Awww.. this is a sad realization to make.

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