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

Monday, October 24, 2016

Answer Night

Photo ~ Ziegfeld Girl ~ Alfred Cheney Johnston

Answer night-
Where is the dream-
Where is the sigh-
Where is the nightingale?

Ah, said night-
Where is the beam-
Where is the cry-
Where is the sun’s sail?

Whining sapphire, said the sun-
Where is the rainbow-
Where is tomorrow’s heart-
Where is the morning glory?

Siblings, said the morning glory-
Where is destiny’s bower-
Where is the gift of hours-
Where is love given sight?
Here-said Cupid’s arrow-

©Susie Clevenger 2016


brudberg said...

We started almost the same way, but yours was so much more positive than mine... love the last line... that's how I would like night to be.

Debi Swim said...

I love this Kerry... the nightingale, the morning glory, cupid's arrow.

Debi Swim said...

I'm so sorry - I mean Susie, of course.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW! This is amazing! A wonderful poem, Susie.

Jim said...

O yes, Susie. Night is humdrum except for lovers and evening sporting game events. Mostly.

Gillena Cox said...

Good One!!!, absolutely luv it. The finale is awesome

much love...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Gorgeous imagery here...❤️ sigh... love morning glory and tomorrow's heart ❤️

Helen said...

Susie, Susie ~~~ incredible write!!

Kim Russell said...

Oh, Susie, I love this!

Martin Kloess said...

Great Ending! (but then one wonders)
Te last line adds unexpected depth

ayala said...

I love this, Susie.

Ann Bennett said...

What a great read. The progression piqued my interest in reading the next line. Great work.

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