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

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Guilt Is Persistent

Spring Easter eggs the calendar
with resurrection…I confess
my sleeping dogs, then light
another candle praying its wick
will burn another hole in forgetting.

Guilt is a persistent thing.
With photographic memory
it plants my errors among
daffodils and prods me to
pick bouquets and ink notes to God.

©Susie Clevenger 2017


Note: The letter in the photo was not written by me. I found this little altar in a small grotto in Eureka, Springs, AR.


Anonymous said...

I absolutely love the combination of the image and poem. Very interesting juxtaposition of the opposites.

Jim said...

A wonderful poem about feelings associated with guilt. I've a couple of books to read about dealing with guilt. It seems to me that guilt may be one sided as the other party seems to not be bothered by it.
Your picture find is nice, we like Eureka Springs.

grapeling said...

striking, Susie ~

Sanaa Rizvi said...

OH this is absolutely divine!!!❤️

Marian said...

Oh... yes. Guilt does work like that, doesn't it? Heavy.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Perfect, just perfect!
Kind regards
Anna :o]


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