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

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

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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Kerry O'Connor said...

Each stanza holds a weighty observation, but the final two lines are a killer conclusion.

Fireblossom said...

Oh, damn. Please frame that ending for me so I can put on the wall in front of my face.

brudberg said...

The stanzas each hold it's own nugget of wisdom.. but I agree... the final one is just awesome.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Negativity never gets us anywhere! Keep enjoying spring's treasures!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This is a densely packed gem - so many great images here.

Aria said...

"A broken spirit will mend
when it stops writing its obituary."

Marian said...

Ah! Let's stop writing that, then. Good one, Susie.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Amazing, especially the closing lines. Fantastic writing, Susie.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I love that each stanza tells it on story. But my favorite is that last. What a bang!

Brendan MacOdrum 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.

Margaret said...

Good Grief. This is powerful. And added to my Pinterest. Just wow, Susie!

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