In the Gray

 

“...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.” ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence


My eyes speak with Poe’s ink

and Plath’s window to an empty sky.

 

My tears can’t decide if grief is their

new language or the starlight choir

of memories.

 

I walk past a hundred mirrors

to find you own every reflection.

 

If there is beauty in gray, help me find it.

I feel so lost when night dresses me in shadows.

 

©Susie Clevenger 2022


The Sunday Muse #200

 




Comments

  1. HelenFebruary 26, 2022 at 3:34 PM

    This is exquisite, Susie …

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  2. Carrie BurttFebruary 26, 2022 at 4:27 PM

    No words I have can give this deeply gorgeous and poignant poem the praise it truly deserves my friend. I can say this, those who experience grief and write of it speak to others grieving like no one else can. Even in the pain these lines hold, I absolutely love this amazing poem Susie! 💙🦋

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  3. C. SandlinFebruary 27, 2022 at 5:02 AM

    Piercing.

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  4. ✿February 27, 2022 at 10:59 AM

    “I walk past a hundred mirrors
    to find you own every reflection.”

    “I feel so lost when night dresses me in shadows.”

    Stunning.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 27, 2022 at 10:59 AM

    I LOVE that quote!!!!!!! Your poem is as deep and spectacular as it is possible for words to be. The stanza about grief being a new language or the starlight choir of memory is just stunning. One month. An unthinkable journey. I am glad you are able to write, Susie.

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  6. ms_liliFebruary 27, 2022 at 1:41 PM

    {{{{HUGS}}}} Susie

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  7. qbitFebruary 27, 2022 at 2:14 PM

    That is so, so powerful. This is just amazing: "My tears can’t decide if grief is their /
    new language or the starlight choir / of memories." Oh wow.

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  8. TruedessaFebruary 27, 2022 at 2:18 PM

    This comes from a deep place of grief that tugs at the heart. Beautifully penned in the language of loss.

    Wishing you peace..

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  9. indybevFebruary 27, 2022 at 3:41 PM

    This poem is wondrous! Speaking from experience, you will one day find beauty in gray, but gray will always hold a special place.

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  10. purplepeninportland.comMarch 3, 2022 at 10:44 AM

    Every part of this poem is beautifully written. Last two lines really stood out for me.

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  11. .March 5, 2022 at 9:21 AM

    "I feel so lost when night dresses me in shadows."

    Wow!

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