Parable of Stolen Limbs


uprooting an oak
to concrete the moon’s canvas
knifes the dreamer’s heart

dark groves of stacked bricks
blind the eyes of star seekers
and drains poets’ ink

an acorn can’t grow
in a valley of streetlights
or nest morning’s song

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowritmo2020 Day 21

Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - parables - 
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Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
You hit the ball out of the park with this one, Susie!❤️ So much to love here especially;

"dark groves of stacked bricks
blind the eyes of star seekers
and drains poets’ ink,"

Wowww!!👏👏
April 21, 2020 at 5:20 PM
Jim said…
Nice Haiku trio, Susie. Eack has knifes the dreamer’s heart "rewards" for the ordinary doings. Since it was first my pick will be that, knifes the dreamer’s heart."
April 21, 2020 at 6:23 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Lovely sequence. The final one strikes me as a culmination of the other two / the scene you are setting, and is the one which most pierces my heart.
April 21, 2020 at 8:09 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Gorgeous, especially your closing lines. Wowzers!
April 21, 2020 at 8:30 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I am so struck by the juxtaposition of images in this sequence, the inclusion of concrete with the natural elements is very potent.
April 22, 2020 at 3:06 AM
Kim M. Russell said…
I agree with Kerry about the contrasts in your sequence, Susie, ‘uprooting an oak / to concrete the moon’s canvas’ is one that grabbed me. I also love the phrase ‘nest morning’s song’.
April 22, 2020 at 3:50 AM
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