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

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Where Blue Roosts

Deep Woods by C. Grimes ($30)


Where blue roosts at midnight
I roam leaves and climb limbs
star stained with wishes.

Alone casts its shadow across
my arms as it sighs its song of solitude.

Every worry knotted hour I carried
in daylight surrenders to the peace
of moonlight prayers.

The nightingale calls from the
weightless realm of dreams.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

6 comments :

Margaret said...

This whole poem is wonderfully written - read it three times.

brudberg said...

This made think of how good the night can be...

wonderful dreams

annell4 said...

A wonderful poem to wrap up the year!!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

GORGEOUS!💞 So much to love here 😊 especially; "star stained with wishes."

Jim said...

I like, Susie. Oh to be so free, even if one does have to wait until Moonlight. Then there's a price to pay, no warm blanket, no bathroom close, and no body to snuggle with.
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Kerry O'Connor said...

I too shall listen for the nightingale's call.

Wishing you a very happy New Year, Susie.

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