Ladder Against the Sun


There are many things I’ll never have
in this circus of the sun.
Days add and subtract, glow bright
even in the sweater gray of grief.

Not every ladder climb reaches a dream,
but those that do imprint the spirit
and keeps my heart reaching toward hope.

Life is a high wire walk through light and darkness.
I know I can make it if I carry at least one pocketful of sun.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #75

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  1. brudbergSeptember 30, 2019 at 12:54 PM

    I love that pocketful... if you never climb, roots will grow from your feet.

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  2. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 30, 2019 at 2:17 PM

    And that pocketful can be enough to light up a world.

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  3. Carrie Van HornSeptember 30, 2019 at 2:29 PM

    Oh that "sweater gray of grief" really got me Susie! I love the hope that reigns in this beautiful and wise poem. Keep on keeping the pocketful of sun my friend.

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  4. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 30, 2019 at 5:37 PM

    "a pocketful of sun" - beautiful!

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  5. tonispencerSeptember 30, 2019 at 6:37 PM

    So much hope in this in spite of the sweater grey of grief.

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  6. Phoenix RetributionOctober 1, 2019 at 9:02 PM

    Carrying one pocket full of sun will brighten any day with wondrous hope! A beautiful poem.

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  7. TruedessaOctober 2, 2019 at 4:17 PM

    Not every ladder climb reaches a dream

    sometimes it is about the journey one rung at a time.

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