Thirst



I can’t wait for you to bring water.
The dry leaves in me thirst for poetry
and you are an empty fountain.
I won’t succumb to crumbling when
I hear the river on the other side of drought.

©Susie Clevenger 2019


Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
May there be that river on the other side of drought. Fantastic write, Susie!
tonispencer said…
Lovely poem Susie. May there always be that river...
Jim said…
You might even catch a fish!! Reconstituted. I like the allusion, Susie.
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Sanaa Rizvi said…
WOW!❤️ This is incredibly stunning, Susie. I love; "The dry leaves in me thirst for poetry and you are an empty fountain."❤️
Old Egg said…
There is nothing good as hearing a rushing stream or roaring river is there (thinking back to my childhood when that was the best play spot). I loved you using Succumb and Crumbling in the sam sentence, it made me laugh.
Kim M. Russell said…
Wonderful, Susie! I especially love the final lines.
Kerry O'Connor said…
Oh, WOW! This is brilliant, Susie. The imagery in the opening lines is so resonant and the whole is perfection.
Carrie Van Horn said…
So wise and beautifully crafted. I love this Susie!!
Revived Writer said…
I really like your metaphors and the attention-getting opening line.
Fireblossom said…
Keep listening for that river, girl!
My Absolute favorite line- 'the dry leaves in me thirst for poetry'- stunning Susie!
Marian said…
Yes, yes, words as sustenance. Yes!
brudberg said…
There is always a river somewhere...
Vivian Zems said…
I love the contrast between the thirst and being filled.
The defiant tone of the poet is compelling.
I like the poet's voice in this. Excellent poem, Susie!
M said…
so good, Susie ~