Writing My Sky


With the pity of seagulls
this human rock
flew a puppet’s journey
where mist swallows marsh.

In the birdsong of capture
I felt gravity’s war with sky.

Through palms clutching air
the wind read my fortune…

Your wings are feathers of ink.
If you wish to soar the heavens,
don’t build a cage with empty pages.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

 Sunday Muse #89



Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornJanuary 4, 2020 at 2:44 PM

    That last line is truly spectacular Susie!! I love the message in this so much! A glorious poem for the poet's heart! It does seem that in our hardship and trials can come the mighty cathartic art of poetry. So glad you joined us this week!!

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  2. SusanJanuary 4, 2020 at 3:07 PM

    OwooOOOO! Pity for the rock! "I felt gravity’s war with sky."
    And the fortune is warning to us all. Love!

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  3. Eddie BluelightsJanuary 4, 2020 at 4:44 PM

    Yes, I liked gravity's warwithskyin particular. Lovely words and poem, Susie

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 4, 2020 at 7:04 PM

    "In the birdsong of capture I felt gravity's war with sky." What a fantastic line - and poem - this is.

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  5. Lochness LassJanuary 5, 2020 at 7:17 AM

    So poetic. B

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  6. C. SandlinJanuary 5, 2020 at 6:39 PM

    The stanza about the wind reading one's fortune was perfect!

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  7. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 8, 2020 at 5:19 PM

    "Through palms clutching air
    the wind read my fortune…"

    Love that line, and the ending of this poem, Susie.

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  8. FireblossomJanuary 10, 2020 at 9:38 AM

    So many wonderful lines, especially "gravity's war with sky." You always amaze me, Susie.

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