We Once Owned the Sky


Darling, your lips hold
the last poem of a dying star
we once stormed with wishes.

With the luxury of innocence
we raced toward tomorrow
as if we could own eternity.

Now in this galaxy of empty moons
reality swallows the echo of promises.
We are a falling flame that doesn’t burn.

How curious it is love can draw us close enough to trust goodbye.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

I used Kerry's prompt Kerry Says ~ Let's Find Our Poetic Voice to write my poem.

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Comments

  1. MarianDecember 30, 2019 at 1:30 PM

    Oh, oh, oh, somehow I feel these words in my bones, Susie.
    So much love for you and for us sharing together in the Garden!
    Will keep seeing you here, there, and everywhere. Love xo MK

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  2. Magaly GuerreroDecember 30, 2019 at 1:41 PM

    Oh, Susie! That last line. I want to hug it, dance with it, kiss it until it kisses me back... and then hold on to it forever. I love it.

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  3. Ron.December 30, 2019 at 3:41 PM

    My dear Ms Clevenger

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  4. FireblossomDecember 30, 2019 at 5:17 PM

    Wow. That's all, just woww.

    I did yours, Susie.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 30, 2019 at 5:29 PM

    Yes. Just wow.

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  6. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 30, 2019 at 11:25 PM

    Susie, I have long been in awe of your poetic voice, which certainly needs no prompting from me. It has been an inspiration to me for years. I love your final line, which sums up so much of what I am feeling right now. Thank you so much.

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  7. brudbergDecember 31, 2019 at 5:10 AM

    This aches in such a good way to read... to me this really put a somber hue to the fireworks of a new year

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  8. Sanaa RizviDecember 31, 2019 at 5:55 AM

    "How curious it is love can draw us close enough to trust goodbye," .. This is absolutely stunning, Susie!! ❤️

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  9. hedgewitchDecember 31, 2019 at 8:36 AM

    You surpass yourself with this one, Susie. I am literally stopped in my tracks when I read your first stanza by that inner awareness that I am reading true poetry. We do indeed live in a galaxy of empty moons, crying like the wolf for all that has run from us.

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  10. RommyDecember 31, 2019 at 8:48 AM

    Oh that last line hit me hard in the heart. It's always something special to find those who have earned that level of love and trust.

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  11. Maude LynnDecember 31, 2019 at 9:53 AM

    How bittersweet and lovely this is! Perfect close.

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  12. grapelingDecember 31, 2019 at 6:13 PM

    I'm with the 'wow' group. Your ink sounds, clear and deep ~

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  13. HelenJanuary 1, 2020 at 3:28 PM

    The last line, I have chills upon chills ..... Thank you for gifting us this poem. Happy New Year!

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  14. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJanuary 1, 2020 at 11:21 PM

    Wow from, me, too. The ultimate goodbye poem, the ultimate 2019 poem ... and oh, what a leap of trust it is!

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  15. Yvonne OsborneJanuary 3, 2020 at 8:38 AM

    Powerful closing. Love it!

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