Dandelion Owl in Clouds of Concrete
In the backward forward
I unravel, unfeather.
Destiny sits on my shoulder
warning, “Use your voice
to divide truth from the noise
of what shouldn’t be heard.
Earth spins on broken bones.
Be the calm in the fire, balm for the wound.”
Today is what I’m given.
Tomorrow is my hope.
I am one linked to the heartbeat of many.
For every feather I’ve lost there’s a hundred
forming new wings.
I’m a dandelion owl trusting I can see change
through clouds of concrete.
©Susie Clevenger 2022
So lovely, so hopeful. Holding on to truth, to hope, to calm, midst the clamor of these crazy times is our work as poets, I think, difficult though it is. I especially love "For every feather I've lost there's a hundred forming new wings." Wow. That is a great line.
ReplyDeleteToday is what I’m given.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow is my hope.
I am one linked to the heartbeat of many.
These lines resonated with me. There's a sense of fortitude in this piece, a tone that says that no matter what happens, life will go on flourishing.
You sure belong at earthweal. We need all the dandelion seeds you can blow gently ...
ReplyDeleteThis is very visual, Susie--a striking metaphor that sends the feathers flying out alive. May they flutter where they will do the most good to us, and to an earth that, like us, spins on broken bones. Good to see you at earthweal.
ReplyDeleteThe message in this is both soft and strong Susie. Truly beautiful and a poem to be read over and over again.
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope in these awful times.
ReplyDeleteThese words form beautiful images. We can't change the past but we can collect wisdom from our experiences and work for a better future.
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