Monday, August 30, 2021

Breaking a Concrete God

 



We drink the last drops

of sun from the lips

of the horizon as a sea of ravens

crash their wings against our ribs.

 

Our roots grown deep in the broken hip

of a concrete god we stretch our limbs

into descending sapphire to greet stars.

 

Ancestors of the White Oak and Mother Earth’s promise

we sing the canticum of leaves into the night wind

to stir the blood of wild sprouts to revolt against

the damning fingerprint of humans.

 

Quietly the moon runs her hand along our spines

to send light into our scars and strikes the match of tomorrows

to give us visions of what we must do to defeat man’s

knife blade of sorrows.

 

 ©Susie Clevenger 2021

 The Sunday Muse #175

8 comments:

  1. Oh how I love the title and the sentiments and message in this lovely poem Susie! Those last lines are strong and stunning!!

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  2. "as a sea of ravens / crash their wings against our ribs." - Fantastic! And this: "Quietly the moon runs her hand along our spines" -- Oooh!

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  3. The opening verse is wonderful, it pulls the reader in for a deeper connection. Each line rich in poetic wording.. we need those visions.

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  4. Despair but hope expressed so beautifully in your powerful poem.

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  5. "Quietly the moon runs her hand along our spines / to send light into our scars"...What magical touch! So beautiful Susie.

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  6. This poem feels ageless .. mystical .. I feel the moon’s hand.

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  7. "roots grown deep in the broken hip of a concrete god" .... this poem is magically sprinkled with such wonderful phrases!

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  8. I got deeper and deeper as things progressed here. I would have loved to peer into the couple's "descending sapphire." Defeating "... man’s knife blade of sorrows" may have been one way our God has designed for us to learn and grow, to overcome.
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