Thumbtack Me

Go ahead, thumbtack me
to a bulletin board,
give me an bright ink moment
before I disappear beneath
the grocery list.

I am a rush of words,
a begging promise,
a handwritten beginning
scribbled on a coffee stained napkin.

Pressed into cork I face
a battle with time, errands,
and dirty laundry for attention.

I can’t reach…I can’t walk…I can’t talk.
I am a moment’s light burned into paper
hoping to become a poem.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform

Comments

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Hope realised! (There is no limit to the possibilities of light. *Smile.)
August 9, 2017 at 11:34 PM
Jim said…
A nice poem too, Susie. I like the note's expectation of a short time in the limelight. You told that really nice, "You are what you think you will be.:
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August 10, 2017 at 12:18 AM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
'I am a moment’s light burned into paper hoping to become a poem' .. sigh.. beautifully eloquent!🌷
August 10, 2017 at 3:49 AM
Magaly Guerrero said…
I love the intensity and reality of this piece, especially the last stanza.
August 10, 2017 at 9:42 AM
Gillena Cox said…
Ah yes, hope materialized is indeed a Happy write.

Thanks for dropping by to read mine

Much love...
August 10, 2017 at 10:07 AM
rallentanda said…
Ha...This is very good. Love the reference to all the mundane things we are burdened with and yet we still make time for the words. Poets Rock !!!
August 10, 2017 at 10:08 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Absolutely gorgeous, Susie!
August 10, 2017 at 11:52 AM
Anonymous said…
This is a sad truth. Words desiring to be action.
August 10, 2017 at 6:03 PM
Marian said…
Something about being pressed into cork just feels so heavy and sad to me. Sigh.
August 12, 2017 at 10:32 AM
ayala said…
Sigh...this is our struggle...the thoughts come and go...we attempt to capture them as they flee.
August 14, 2017 at 6:02 AM
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