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

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

When Shadows Grow Bold

In abandoned walls
where hope stores dreams
I collect words to armor
my spirit when shadows grow bold.

Dejected sheep dance
the world’s ballet of bleak,
but I refuse to dance its choreography.

I will stand on my toes
to reach for stars.
Optimism never surrenders.
It thrives in midnight light
where the tenacious
dandelion breaks stones
to bury roots

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A beautifully chosen metaphor!

rallentanda said...

Sheep dancing in the bleak world...not a pretty sight.I'll go for the ethereal swan ballet every time.

gillena cox said...

Wow! This such a gorgeous construct
Thanks for dropping by my blog to read mine Susie

Much love...

Marian said...

Ahhhh... thriving in the dark of night. I like this, Susie.

brudberg said...

To be a sheep is a lot like being led to slaughter... a metaphor that hurts

ayala said...

Beautiful poem, Susie.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Excellent. Optimism never surrenders. I feel exactly the same way. I love that you reach high, refuse to "dance bleak."

Bekkie Sanchez said...

"Optimism never surrenders." Such a pure thought. Wonderful poem Susie.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I, too, refuse to dance to the choreography of other's expectations.
Well spoken.

Martin Kloess said...

A touching exprssion. Bless you for this

Stacie Eirich said...

Ahhh, this one stole my heart Susie -- the most amazing dances happen under those stars, when we're reaching for the light..Thanks for sharing!

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