Where No Arrows

February 04, 2018

Circus, Budapest, 19 May 1920 Andre Kersetz

Strange attracts ….

A tease of the bizarre draws out

darkness in a sin tingle of shouldn’t,

but a wink will save an hour’s confession.

Shoes boot laced to the straight and narrow

yearn for a toe touch in grass where no arrows.

Shroud dancing in sunlight is welcoming death

before a rose even knows there's a coffin.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Comments

Outlawyer said…

Hey Susie - I love the "no arrows" as it really does have a wonderful double meaning--the whole poem tells a very compact story in an elegant and foreboding manner. Thanks! So nice to read you again. k.

February 4, 2018 at 5:11 PM

brudberg said…

That last lines really wraps it up... how would a rose grow up knowing about the coffin? That one in itself is a thought that could be a whole poem....

Brilliant work

February 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM

ayala said…

Lovely poem, Susie.

February 5, 2018 at 5:27 AM

Gillena Cox said…

Luv this image
"Shoes boot laced to the straight and narrow"

Thanks for dropping by to read mine Susie

Much💟love

February 5, 2018 at 9:12 AM

Kerry O'Connor said…

Wow, Susie. This is very tight! Each part delivers a precise message. Excellent work.

February 5, 2018 at 10:40 AM

Helen said…

'a sin tingle of shouldn’t' ~ delectable.

February 5, 2018 at 11:27 AM

Sanaa Rizvi said…

"Shoes boot laced to the straight and narrow yearn for a toe touch in grass where no arrows"... this is so powerful!

February 5, 2018 at 1:05 PM

Jim said…

Pretty deep in here, Susie. Surface reading it is very enjoyable. I like the line, "but a wink will save an hour’s confession". That seems to work when there's a very good personal relationship. At first I thought of the confession booth. Might work there also. Where there's no arrows must be a safe place to be. Sticks and stones?
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February 5, 2018 at 9:32 PM