Photo - Douglas Salisbury
"Look, the trees are turning their
own bodies into pillars of light"
In Blackwater Woods - Mary Oliver
I
can’t see the trees for the forest.
Limbs
eclipse light bulb definition
in
my wilderness of lost dreams.
Foggy
memories hang from paperclip
eyelashes
rusted by swampy tears.
Knees
weak from chasing horizons
I
sit on the bones of subtraction
wondering
who penned “less is more.”
Suddenly,
well as fast as sudden
can
arrive on turtle feet, trees
fat
bellied with light break through
my
self-pity tearing it into fireflies.
Splinter
roots no longer burn
or
brew bitter tea on my lips.
Home
is (was) walls papered
in
few expectations, but I am
a
broken limb grafted on the sky.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
Comments
I sit on the bones of subtraction
wondering who penned “less is more.”
I love, love, love that.
fat bellied with light break through
my self-pity tearing it into fireflies."
and
"I am a broken limb grafted on the sky."
Wow...all together excellent and powerful, Susie...thank you, for shining and sharing your Light.
or brew bitter tea on my lips.
Such intense & powerful lines.
Beautifully executed!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
eyelashes rusted by swampy tears
Sadness can linger on even though memories fade a little with time! Nicely Susie!
Hank
eyelashes rusted by swampy tears.
You'll go a long way to read an image as well expressed as this. Thanks for the inspiring photos shared by Douglas.