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

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I Lost My Umbrella

“Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.” Virginia Woolf

I loved him with
star glazed eyes,
elastic heart,
songs hummed
from lips painted red.

My spirit danced through dreams,
holidays, new moons, frost,
Mondays time stamped with hectic.

But cruel April came to take my Prince.
Purple Rain fell and I lost my umbrella.
The songs ended….I stopped wearing red.

My heart broke and he couldn’t hear the glass.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 26 #NaPoWriMo 2016


Marian said...

Sometimes it does snow in April. xoxo

De said...

Perfect, perfect title. And a beautiful tribute.

Kerry O'Connor said...

April took Prince. Will we ever be able to forget that? Truly it has been the cruellest month.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beautiful! Words aren't enough to express just how much!!

brudberg said...

It did actually snow here on Sunday... and It brought back the memory..

Rommy said...

The way you worked his music into this was lovely.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was a tribute fitting Prince. It was lovely and heartfelt and I like how captured the feeling of love from afar. Gorgeous.

rallentanda said...

A beautiful tribute to Prince !

Helen said...

Dear Susie, I want to believe he could hear the glass ~~~~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sweet nostalgia.

Magaly Guerrero said...

April has gone from cruelty to thievery. Eliot knew its true colors all along...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So poignant. April will never be the same.

Ellecee said...

A beautiful tribute, Susie, we will always remember this sad day as the years go by,,

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