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

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Finish Line



I am feet too slow to race,
but sturdy in dusty paths.

I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints.

The chase no longer lures
nor does erasing hours bring comfort.

Years connect sinew to bone
and heart to memories.

The finish line will reach me
in shallow breaths and fields of stars.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

11 comments :

Myrna R. said...

Lovely writing. I especially like the last two lines.

Susan said...

O, however slow you go, the memory is worth it Then, the race becomes to the finish--a neat turn as the line nears. I know the shallow breath too well. An intensely personal poem. Thank you.

Truedessa said...

This is beautiful, especially the last two lines.

Thotpurge said...

Love the close and ..laces frayed with yesterday

Sherry Marr said...

Susie, it is so lovely to see you at Poets United, my friend. Yay! Your poem is lovely. I especially like the fields of stars at the finish line. Beautifully done.

Sumana Roy said...

"The chase no longer lures
nor does erasing hours bring comfort."....I LOVE this state of mind so full of wisdom that's not to be had in wild youth. Sigh.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Thought-provoking ... and a beautiful finish.

Kim Russell said...

I enjoyed the lines:
'I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints'
and
'The finish line will reach me
in shallow breaths and fields of stars.'

Gillena Cox said...


"I carry laces frayed with yesterday
while today begs my footprints."

awesome awesome awesome, could not have said this better

much love...

Sara McNulty said...

'Laces frayed with yesterday'

I love that phrase. Gorgeous poem, Susie!

willow_switches said...

Wonderful second stanza - very "stop you in your tracks" as you read - and contemplate the whole sum of the poem, and all that is implied, as well as all that is left in the silences and spaces between the words .....

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