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

Monday, November 19, 2018

My Journey of Poems


In this place of ghosts death sings
of freedom and stone place cards
invite my knees to rest on a dandelion carpet.

Listening to the breeze converse with wind chimes
I realize this is the first time I haven’t cried
as I ran my hand across your names chiseled in granite.

The fretting grief of questions no longer plagues.
In my journey of poems I surrendered agony to ink
until sorrow wrote its way to release.

Dear parents, in this field of angels I feel your wings
brush across my heart in breath beats of calm.
I’ve cast my demons from their nest of shadows.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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4 comments :

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Susie, how moving, your beautiful poem. And how healing, the brush of wings across your heart in "this field of angels". What a beautiful poem, straight from the heart.

Teresa said...

Cemeteries are truly special places. I've loved meeting many of my ancestors at their final resting spots. Of course, I can only imagine the sorry of visiting parents there. Very moving poem.

Jim said...

A nice place to work ones way out of problems. I'd say it was about five years to pretty well get over a divorce. Remarriage helps some, I did that after three.
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Colleen Looseleaf said...

Love the line: I surrendered agony to ink
until sorrow wrote its way to release. I have done that as well.

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