Stone and Breath
The spirit stores hope in eternity
until darkness collects bones.
Am I here to protect the dead
who lie in this field of concrete lilies
or is it the living I must shield from their grief?
I stand stone carved muscle and wings,
a warrior angel who can’t lift my head
for the weight of tears wailing in the wind.
It is the living who war with loss.
Let me be a sword for those who breathe.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Oh Susie. I loved this poem, along with your beautifully crafted words.
ReplyDeleteLove . . . ". . who lie in this field of concrete lilies"
I must learn to do more of this, you are a master of the craft . . :)
"It is the living that war with loss".....sigh....so true and beautiful Susie. This poem is moving and so utterly true. There is so much loss in war, in so many ways. Those last lines are powerful!! Thank you again for providing wonderful inspiration with your amazing photography.
ReplyDeleteI love the decision made here Susie. We, the living need so much help with grief and continuing on.
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