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

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Needle Eye of Definition

I sat in division’s wooden pew
drinking a wine glass filled
with “I’m unworthy” until
my mind rebelled at bondage.

The love my heart held couldn’t
fit through the needle eye
of a narrow definition.

I ran from closed minds
to bloom in unconditional.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


rallentanda said...

Such a clever poem.Glad you broke the bonds and bloomed.

Ara said...

This is awesome! I especially like the opening line.

Herotomost said...

Sort of a coming out story...lol. What a great way to put it. great Writing Susie.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Definitions can be so narrow-minded and heartless. A beautiful spin on breaking bonds and flying.

kaykuala said...

That's the way Susie! To push through and register our bids. No one's helping but ourselves' to catch and to stand and be counted! Never thought a poem can be written from this angle. Great!


Sanaa Rizvi said...

I ran from closed minds
to bloom in unconditional.

Loved the closing lines! :D
Hope you continue to bloom for a long time to come :D

Lots of love,

Thotpurge said...

Wine glass full of I'm unworthy.. powerful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

OH! MY! GOODNESS! THIS is SPECTACULAR. I love the drinking from a wineglass of 'I'm not worthy'. So many of us did that, back when, until we learned to "bloom in unconditional". Fantastic message in this poem and wonderful writing. I love it.

brudberg said...

To drink that wine. - a bond we are too often fond of.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I say, Amen to this poem, Susie.

hedgewitch said...

Unconditional is where it's at. Concise and lyric both, with not a word wasted. Thinking of you and yours today, and sending positive vibes.

Jim said...

Nice ending, Susie. Your nice poem could be an ode to a reformed Puritan.
We visited church Sunday in Katy (moving there VERY soon) and asked a lady next empty two seats if I would be 'taking someone's pew' if we sat there. I don't think she very much liked my type sense of humor.

Jim said...

Oh yes, but they have such small glasses. ;)

Sweeper of Dreams said...

So cool! Could almost feel those chains of self doubt and restraint breaking!

Marian said...

Aw! Gosh, I am thankful for this process. Wonderful word choices in here too, Susie.

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