“Let me love you. I will hold your brittle bones
together.”
~ Rigoberto González
A child of cages and dark dreams
I listen to the haunting ring of rain upon wire.
Every wingless yesterday stalks my dreams
to pry the wind from hope, yet the butterfly
inside me speaks the language of sky.
Weighted with drowning I drink light
from liquid blue shimmers pooling
on the stars beyond my reach, and
hold on to what I can’t see to lead me
through the obsidian eye of frantic.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
"Yet the butterfly within me speaks the language of sky" wow that is one truly amazing line my friend. That is what keeps you moving on and never giving up! Your strength sings from your poetry Susie. This poem is full with hope and beauty within the madness this life can hold.
ReplyDeleteOne of your finest, Susie! Breathtaking.
ReplyDelete"Hold on to what I can't see" ... it's called faith and it will sustain you!
ReplyDeleteEvery wingless yesterday stalks my dreams, To this I can relate. I have been having heavy dreams for 4 nights in a row now. They all seems dark but, then the morning light shines through the darkness and I am reminded today is a new day for miracles.
ReplyDeleteHang in there, friend. ((((((((S))))))))
ReplyDelete"The butterfly inside me speaks the language of the sky." Oh, wow. How I love that, Susie.
ReplyDeleteNice write, Susie. That is scary holding on to what we can't see. I like the intro that you used, “Let me love you. I will hold your brittle bones together.” I have someone plus family that loves me but literally no one can hold my brittle bones together. I have broken five not counting teeth, four in the last few years, and am just about recovered from a broken big toe, last Sunday first I wore shoes, not sandals, for six months. I take Prolia and get a bone density test every year.
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A powerful and emotional write - the second stanza in particular spoke to me.
ReplyDelete“ Every wingless yesterday stalks my dreams
ReplyDeleteto pry the wind from hope, yet the butterfly
inside me speaks the language of sky.”
Just one stanza out of many that I love in this poem, Susie.
“the obsidian eye of frantic”
ReplyDeleteWow. That is awesome.