If You Were Still



If you were still,
I could watch the
sun set in your eyes.
I could see what leads
you to brush and paint,
to capture a horizon.

If you were still,
I could hear you
talk to the moon.
I would learn your
night language,
the dream song
of the nightingale
delivering starlight.

If you were still,
I could feel poetry
splash on your skin
in a summer rain.
I would know how
words bloom from
the tip of your pen.

If you were still,
I’d lose my way
to imagination.
I wouldn’t know
a dandelion was
a heart where
wishes seed.

©Susie Clevenger 2019



Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
My goodness this is gorgeously written, Susie!💞 Especially love; " If you were still,
I could feel poetry splash on your skin in a summer rain. I would know how words bloom from the tip of your pen." Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt!💞
July 26, 2019 at 4:05 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
This is exquisite writing, such beautiful images. I love it, Susie. Especially the dream song of the nightingale, and the heart where wishes seed......
July 26, 2019 at 4:53 PM
Jim said…
Your last stanza makes it all worth while and glad he wasn't still. A fun read, Susie.
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July 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM
robkistner said…
This is beautiful Susie. I especially taken by:
would know how
words bloom from
the tip of your pen.
Excellent poetry my friend — wonderful,
July 26, 2019 at 5:57 PM
Margaret said…
Beautiful - it seems this just poured from your pen quite gracefully!
July 26, 2019 at 10:08 PM
Linda Lee Lyberg said…
There is a beautiful lyrical flow here Susie.
July 27, 2019 at 11:18 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
If you were still,
I could feel poetry
splash on your skin
in a summer rain.

How perfect would this be?
July 28, 2019 at 8:32 AM
Helen said…
He needs to be still for you, I suspect he is ~~ this is simply beautiful.
July 28, 2019 at 4:15 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Oh, how incredibly beautiful! One to rival Neruda.
July 29, 2019 at 1:31 AM
Kim M. Russell said…
Your poem evokes stillness so beautifully, Susie, especially the lines:
‘If you were still,
I could hear you
talk to the moon.
I would learn your
night language’
and
‘I would know how
words bloom from
the tip of your pen’.
July 29, 2019 at 5:18 AM
Magaly Guerrero said…
That third stanza would make such a fantastic painting—all imagery and wild feels.
July 29, 2019 at 8:48 AM
Lori said…
To paint, to dream, to write, within action we find stillness. the painting, the sleeping dreamer, and the words. The last stanza is my favourite.
July 29, 2019 at 9:47 AM
Mary said…
Wow, this is an absolutely beautiful poem. I especially was taken by the repetitions which help drive home the message.
July 29, 2019 at 5:30 PM
Fireblossom said…
This is really lovely, Susie. You always ace the landing, especially.

Btw your link to the Toads music prompt just circles back to Toads again. Or at least it did for me, so I could not find your poem for that. :-(
August 9, 2019 at 5:11 PM
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