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

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Footprint Memory

Mud holding passages
in footprint memory
pull the DNA from
a Sunday afternoon stroll
to bind flesh and earth.

The ancient song of journeys
hums along legs too young
to know the horizon is a
demanding seductress.

Tomorrow will always
hang its carrot from the sun.
New shoes can never erase
the footprints of those who
divided soul and yearning
into hours chasing it.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Susie, I just found this and it is wonderful. Love those young legs as yet unaware of "the ancient song of journeys" they are following..........love "the horizon is a demanding seductress". Beautiful writing, as always, my friend.

ayala said...

Lovely poem, Susie.

Hannah said...

Goosebumps...amazing imagery and such a fine balance within...wisdom always abounds here, Susie. Thank you, for adding your voice to this challenge. I apologize for the late visit.

Carrie Van Horn said...

So many wonderful lines in this Susie! A stunning write for sure...I love it! :-)

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