Friday, April 19, 2019

Maybe a Poet ~ More Likely Insane

I am a stargazer,
dreamer, word gatherer
who lives in ink and
the rustle of paper.

Pictures speak, grass sings,
and I feel the color blue
in a hand full of sky.

I spend hours on nothing
and minutes on everything.

You never know where I am
when I’m sitting next to you.
I could be in a chair or walking
on the moon.


©Susie Clevenger 2019

#NaPoWriMo2019

8 comments:

  1. I love this poem SO MUCH! Too many great lines to quote.........fantastic, Susie!

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  2. Beautifully said. The last stanza is pure delight....a poet's problem (we're always off somewhere)

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  3. I feel the color blue
    in a hand full of sky.
    ... that is lovely!

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  4. It is true that an artist is always surrounded by inspiration, and the imagination to turn it into something greater than itself.

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  5. So very romantic, Susie. Not love type, rather Hippie girl type that I like, dreamy in a crazy weird way. I enjoyed my read.
    p.s. I've recovered. For now.
    ..

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  6. My goodness this is stunning!!❤️ I love "Pictures speak, grass sings,
    and I feel the color blue in a hand full of sky."❤️

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  7. Wonderful wanderers are poets. You have captured that perfectly.

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  8. Nothing insane about that! (It's those who don't notice these things who are mad.)

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