Poem Stars



She lives in a nest of dreams
where feather and flight
are home and stones
carry no weight.

While others sleep she sits
among poem stars peeking
through an ink stained sky.

Resting so close to far away
the night song of indigo
sings Keats into her ear.

Cupped in moon shadow
she blooms in the sting of thorns
without the sorrow of collecting scars.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Thanks to Margaret Bednar's poem I found this art piece by Catrin Welz-Stein as one of four images used to inspire poetry at dVerse Poets Pub. Catrin's art is so beautiful. I suggest you take the time to visit her page to view her incredible work.

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Comments

Kim M. Russell said…
I think, as poets, we all have a nest of dreams. I love the phrase 'stones carry no weight' and the image painted in:
'While others sleep she sits
among poem stars peeking
through an ink stained sky'
and
'she blooms in the sting of thorns
without the sorrow of collecting scars'.
How beautifully you have imagined her, matching the delicacy and mystery of the artwork.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
'While others sleep she sits among poem stars peeking through an ink stained sky'.. my goodness this is to absolutely die for!😍😍
Well, I wish you were sitting here with me as I'm sipping my second cup of coffee -- becaue then you would have heard my audible "ohhhhh" as I read the last words of your poem. This is a wonderful interpretation of the image! So VERY glad you returned to dVerse (thank you Margaret for leading the way) and posted this! Come back often!
lynn__ said…
I like how you describe the dreamer in the image! The third stanza doesn't fit as well for me...could be deleted? Just my thoughts!
Debi Swim said…
Resting so close to far away
the night song of indigo
sings Keats into her ear. That is so beautiful. One I wish I could have written
I love,

'While others sleep she sits
among poem stars peeking
through an ink stained sky.'

Gorgeous!
brudberg said…
I think there are those of us who hear the poetry of stars... I can so see the poet in her.
kaykuala said…
Cupped in moon shadow
she blooms in the sting of thorns

How blessed that she is so protected!

Hank
Frank Hubeny said…
I like the description of dreams where "stones
carry no weight".
Thotpurge said…
the indigo sky whispering keats in her ear...what a magical image that is...
annell4 said…
You have captured a very interesting poet indeed.
Jim said…
Your "poem star" has a wonderful dreamy abode, envy of many poets. So sweet even that the stinging thorn wounds don't leave stars. Treat her nice.
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Margaret said…
I read this as someone who has or is healing - where she is now safe - no longer needing to hide but can seek peace slowly and safely. I'm glad you saw her work and I too keep tiptoeing back to dVerse - I want to make more time for them and IGWRT's. Both awesome places.
Sreeja said…
How beautifully you have expressed this...and...cupped in moon shadow....I loved that!!
Gina said…
every stanza is so fluid and complete in its own, you have delved into the soul of this painting and given us a blueprint of her hopes.