Of Glass and Straw

 


I’m swimming in glass…

my crazy on display

in wide eye view

of those who ladle

opinions over my skin

to see if I can survive

the undertone.

 

In a sea of stones

it is the last straw

that pulls me toward freedom.

 

©Susie Clevenger 2020

The Sunday Muse #136




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  1. indybevNovember 28, 2020 at 10:48 AM

    Grasp that last straw. It will take you there!

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  2. HelenNovember 28, 2020 at 11:01 AM

    YOU, a survivor if ever I knew one. Lovely writing as always, Susie.

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  3. Carrie Van HornNovember 28, 2020 at 11:40 AM

    A truth I am certain you know very well. As Helen said, you are a survivor and a gorgeous poet my friend!

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  4. robkistnerNovember 28, 2020 at 4:05 PM

    I like the way you ended with a reach toward freedom — be that escape or reconciliation.

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  5. Gillena CoxNovember 29, 2020 at 3:49 AM

    Our challenges make us leap

    Happy Sunday

    (✿◠‿◠)

    much love...

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  6. hedgewitchNovember 29, 2020 at 5:34 AM

    "Swimming in glass" describes the current situation so well, Susie--transparent, yet wounding and sharp. Where you can't hide from that ladle, where you are indeed both victimized and freed by the sheer pain which you must transcend. Wonderful writing.

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  7. C. SandlinNovember 29, 2020 at 6:39 AM

    Love the last pair of images (the stones and the straw) & how they transformed the water into solid ground. This feels like an abstract fairy tale (in the sense of a journey and the effort of overcoming obstacles).

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  8. qbitNovember 29, 2020 at 8:26 AM

    "I’m swimming in glass… / my crazy on display" - great! I love this too: "In a sea of stones" - the language takes us to into hardness.

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  9. FireblossomNovember 29, 2020 at 9:42 AM

    From your lips to God's ears, girl. Been there, done that, got the tee shirt! I especially like the ladled opinions. May they choke on them.

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  10. JimNovember 29, 2020 at 11:37 AM

    The lady of twisted Idioms. I love the undertone but I dare not use it.
    ..

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  11. kaykualaNovember 29, 2020 at 11:59 PM

    it is the last straw
    that pulls me toward freedom.

    One is expected to be able to find a way out of a tight situation. Exactly Susie!

    Hank

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