A Tree of Pages

"My Story" art by Karina Llergo  (used with permission)

Grown from the seed of a book,
blood of ink, and whisper pages
of imagination my wings carry me
through sky that searches my skin
for poetry to hold the moon
when the stars can’t breathe.

Sonnets pool on my eyelids in histories
written from sorrow’s tears and
the bright glitter of love’s eternity.

I’m as insignificant as dust and as grand as sunrise,
a soul dancing in shoes worn by ancestors
who trusted tomorrow would arrive in a dandelion.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Such a gorgeous poem, Susie. I love the search for "poetry to hold the moon when the stars cant breathe" and the sonnets written from sorrow's tears. Your poems have wings.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
I am literally swooning right now! Such rich use of language here, Susie!❤️ I especially love;

"my wings carry me
through sky that searches my skin
for poetry to hold the moon
when the stars can’t breathe,"

Wow!!😍😍
Debi Swim said…
"I’m as insignificant as dust and as grand as sunrise" Oh, yes, less we be overcome with hubris or despairing inferiority... this is a lovely anthem
said…
Gorgeous: “ancestors who trusted tomorrow would arrive in a dandelion”
RedCat said…
I'm in awe! So beautiful. "for poetry to hold the moon
when the stars can’t breathe" This is definitely the best I read today.
Old Egg said…
How well your poem shows how lucky poets are to create visions of such beauty and inspiration. Your poems illustrates this with such words as "Sonnets pool on my eyelids in histories written from sorrow’s tears and the bright glitter of love’s eternity". Absolutely stunning!
Jae Rose said…
There is such beauty and loss in this poem - truly brilliant
brudberg said…
Oh.. I love the sonnets pooling ... what a wonderful way to describe the connection between woman and words.
Fireblossom said…
I love this, especially that opening stanza!!!
Jim said…
Nice writing, beautiful thoughts, Susie. My favorite lines are, "I’m as insignificant as dust and as grand as sunrise." That is a wonderful thought, it doesn't leave much out to cover a life but plenty of space for thing.
I like to read what the prompter writes to mind the prompt. Back in old OSI days I sort of had an idea, a possible theme, whe a few times my prompt suggestion was used.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
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Vivian Zems said…
Searching skin for poetry that holds the moon.... now, there’s an image!
"my wings carry me
through sky that searches my skin
for poetry to hold the moon
when the stars can’t breathe."

Just one example of the the beauty of this poem.