The carnival bird sky
melts into gray wings
racing toward rest.
Pressed against the
brick wall I watch
the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset
surrender to dusk.
I wonder how much
of myself I can leave
to summer tongues
to debate before
I reach empty.
I should feel remorse
or at least sorrow,
but there is an odd joy
in becoming a shadow.
It’s easier to run
when goodbye leaves
no strings attached.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
no strings attached.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
Comments
the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset
surrender to dusk"
I love that. Also the last stanza.
Nice composition!
'The carnival bird sky
melts into gray wings'
and
'the last hurrah of
an ice cream sunset'.
I wonder how much
of myself I can leave
to summer tongues
to debate before
I reach empty.
is stunning, shocking, a breath-taking revelation - and it totally clinches and arcs this piece for me.
Absolutely breath-taking poem.
of myself I can leave/to summer tongues/to debate before/I reach empty..." Of course I think of politics, but also, memory, age, and that surrender of self that is always tugging at the edges, more insistent with each year's onslaught of data and meaninglessness...this is why, of course, we so need poetry.