Painted With Mortality

Hold love in the tender
hands of freedom.
If it chooses to fly,
give it room to use its wings.

No one can cage
the heart of spring
or demand affection
in the tumult of a hurricane.

Forever forgets the moon
is painted with mortality.
A broken spirit will mend
when it stops writing its obituary.


©Susie Clevenger 2016

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Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Each stanza holds a weighty observation, but the final two lines are a killer conclusion.
March 15, 2016 at 11:26 AM
Fireblossom said…
Oh, damn. Please frame that ending for me so I can put on the wall in front of my face.
March 15, 2016 at 11:58 AM
brudberg said…
The stanzas each hold it's own nugget of wisdom.. but I agree... the final one is just awesome.
March 15, 2016 at 2:19 PM
Bekkie Sanchez said…
Negativity never gets us anywhere! Keep enjoying spring's treasures!
March 15, 2016 at 4:57 PM
Buddah Moskowitz said…
This is a densely packed gem - so many great images here.
March 15, 2016 at 5:38 PM
✿ said…
Genius:
"A broken spirit will mend
when it stops writing its obituary."
March 15, 2016 at 7:34 PM
Marian said…
Ah! Let's stop writing that, then. Good one, Susie.
March 16, 2016 at 5:23 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Amazing, especially the closing lines. Fantastic writing, Susie.
March 16, 2016 at 12:07 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
I love that each stanza tells it on story. But my favorite is that last. What a bang!
March 16, 2016 at 6:10 PM
Brendan said…
How the heart aches for timelessness and breaks every time. Great mediation on that finite clock by which we learn what the heart is all about.
March 17, 2016 at 3:24 AM
Margaret said…
Good Grief. This is powerful. And added to my Pinterest. Just wow, Susie!
March 19, 2016 at 8:41 PM
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