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

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Where No Arrows

       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


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.

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

ayala said...

Lovely poem, Susie.

gillena cox said...

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

Thanks for dropping by to read mine Susie


Kerry O'Connor said...

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

Helen said...

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

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!

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?

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent Susie and deep it is.
The close is perfect. (I wish I had the creativity to write like that - but I don't.)
Anna :o]


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