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Blog postWe travel in fairy taleswhere flowers speakand bears sing lullabies.
At dream’s peak where twilightpulls wool over bright eyeswe stand tiptoe on the moonplanting wishes among stars.
Pale rose and thorn’s blooddance through sleeping earsleaving whispers morningwill translate as insanity.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
The Sunday Muse #109 -
Blog postThe moon is on fireand flowers tease uswith the heady hopelove can bloom in the voidof an unanswered kiss.
A mask used to be a metaphor,the smile I wore so no onecould see inside the mirror.
Now it is a shield announcingI care enough about your lifeto not expose you to my contagion.
How long can one exist inside a question? It is so cold in this city of empty arms.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Poets and Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #18 -
Blog postIn a sky of numberless starsa mockingbird sings her earth songof dandelion seeds to plant musicwhere angels no longer sing. ©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 28Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - numberless -Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 28 -
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Blog postFebruary’s irony deliveredme beneath the sign of Pisces,but neglected to teach meto trust water.
With open heart and tear drop eyesI clung to the edge of the moonand questioned a Zodiac’s prankof delivering a fish without fins.
In the wilderness of stars answersabandoned me on the banks of silence.An orphan with stardust veins,I formed butterfly wings from fearto grow strong enough to swim an ocean.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowrimo2020 Day 26
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Blog postDeath owns the mossed headstonesorphaned by time and muted storiesno longer spoken in mortal’s rockery.
Fallen epitaphs .... names surrenderto nature’s bloom and winter frost,broken granite bouquets tied with wild roses.
Where pain no longer visits, peace speakspoetry through meadowlark and aspen sigh, souls long gonenow rest as poems cradled in the arms of Mother Earth.
©Susie Clevenger 2020#napowritmo2020 Day 25Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - rockery
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Blog postuprooting an oakto concrete the moon’s canvasknifes the dreamer’s heart
dark groves of stacked bricksblind the eyes of star seekersand drains poets’ ink
an acorn can’t growin a valley of streetlightsor nest morning’s song
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 21
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - parables - Real Toads - Tree MythologyReal Toads - April 2020 - Day 21 -
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Blog postbell jars can’t harboursecrets or butterfly wingsconstraint’s paradox
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowrimo2020 Day 17
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - harbour
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Blog postCalled heretic and April’s witch,Emma dons a thorned crownand carries her totem, Lepus, into her persecution as if it washer coronation.
Resurrection comes every springin a love ballad written withyellow notes of daffodils risenfrom winter’s death…
What hell would suggest she be damnedfor finding God in Easter’s pastel eggsgently laid in wombs of grass to blessa child with discovery?
Emma has no argument with a cross.It was Mother Earth’s limbs severedto display the agony of a -
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Blog postThe insistent urgeto sculpture ink into poetryis a like running barefooton gravel, a finish line never crossed.
For every poem released to a reader’s eyescarries a poet’s sigh of incomplete.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 8 and #skyloverwordlist ~ craft
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Blog postOthers, a wordoutside myselfthat places mein the anonymityof a dandelion wind,a seeded storm of wishessearching for a place to bloom.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowrimo2020 Day 6
Inspired by the Real Toads Prompt ~ Speaking in the Voice of Another
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Blog postI want to lie downamong the fernwhere moss thrivesand defiant lightslips through selfishoak leaves feedingon the sun … Let the wild greennourish my spirit with resilience.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowrimo2020 Day 4
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Blog postApril bleedspoetic foolswho dreamink is enoughto changethe world.
Pages of woundsand hope stained versewallpaper spring with a frantic desireto fill thirty dayswith poetry.
Even the most callus poetslose themselves in the rushof writing entrances into mindshungry to dispel the ice of winter.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#NaPoWriMo 2020
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Blog postOcean waves of worry battermy thoughts as I watch midnightwrite its journal across my living room.
I can’t find rescue througha clock that ticks time intoquestions without answers.
The sofa speaks comfort my body rejects as I pacethrough rooms collecting memoriesas if they were seashells.
Anxious, I run my hand alongthe edge of a shelf feeling its smooth edgeuntil I reach photos of my parents.
Mama smiles from her picture framemaking me think of the sound of hersewing ma -
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Blog postDoes the moon still shinebehind the clouds or smilesbreed behind walls of fear?
Hope will find a way, the smallesttear in despair to light a candle.
Why look for demons or cast a netto collect the blackest mood?
This hour is mine to sing, to watcha robin feed the young in her nest.
If I pace the debris of tantrums,I will be mired in my own anger.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Poets and Storytellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings #11 ~ Hypophora -
Blog postBleary eyed I rise from bed to pretendI am a coffee and cream morning girl.The rush of caffeine bullies insomniato the back of my mind and sparksmy restless bones to move in the rhythm of daylight and wheel hum of traffic.
Standing at my back door I watch tree limbsdip and sway beneath the weight offeather wing brushes channelingVan Gogh as they fly from branch to branch.
Absorbing energy from a new day I sortthrough my wishes and dreads to findthe bridge that leads to one step at a -
Blog postWe are sisters of words,poets who write lifein rhyme and meter.
The strength of inkflows through our public diarieson wings and vulnerabilityas we walk different pathswith similar footprints.
In the muse hours of our pensthe darkest night can writea candle to guide us throughthe maze of uncertainty.
We are February’s amethystserendipity sharing the same birthday,spirit of joy, love, and precious unity.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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Blog postA lone pair of poppies
bloom in the dry wild
of summer drought.
Dust eats away at patches
of blue sky, yet the flowers
stand defiant valentines
in a sea of shriveling umber.
They are apples of Eve,
bold crimson painting
the arid landscape with survival.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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Blog postDandelions push throughthe rotted breast of an abandoned homewith giggles of sunshine.
From a stony bed just beyondthe rubble a sickly rose tauntsabout death and petalsthat command attention.
But summer’s wild petalsdon’t care where they blossom.
They are mother earth’sgypsy children scattered by the wind to grow bouquetswhere desolate needs a garden.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #5 -
Blog postWith feet pressed to stonediversity can’tpenetrate immobile.
Moving forward doesn’thave to be a ballet of opposition. Change is renewable energy.
If the dance is choreographedwith open arms, young and old have a voice in its direction.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Poets and Storytellers ~ Weekly Scribblings #4 ~ New Tricks -
Blog postheart splashes of skywelcome afternoon dreamerno can’t find a seat
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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Blog postRed Amaryllis 1937 ~ Georgia O'Keeffe
If I am to have hope of blooming, I must walk carefully where flowers sleep.
Amaryllis sleep in the dry womb of winterdreaming of spring’s warmth.
Deep in the icy clutch of forgottenroots woo twilight to send the moonto flirt with fickle blooms in waiting.
A garden pulses with resurrectionbeneath booted feet obliviousto the beauty buried beneath gravel.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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Blog postI woo with greener grass on the other side of the clock.Everyone dreams in new beginnings while carrying the weight of never change.
Tick Tock, you are you, move forward or slip back..The tin you wear doesn’t have to hinder the gold you can become.
If you wish for flowers you never plant, tomorrowwill be as empty as today.
I am a clock you watch and minutes you can’t keep.
Don’t call me a devil if you write plans to fail.Excuses are more comfortable than forming blisters -
Blog postPhoto by Kayla Maurais on Unsplash
Sage incense searches
every room of a year
soon to be dethroned by January’s calendar.
Gray wisps of joy and sorrowcling to days uncensoredas goodbye pools in tearsspilling through hands that both held on and let go.
In sparrow notes sungfrom a windowsill changepecks at undone to releasespirits from carrying its weightinto the light of a new year.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
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Blog postHow many stars shineon the dark side of the moon?
I place my palm againstDecember’s window and wishit was dear Luna’s cheek.
She lives melancholy she can’t elude,but faithfully keeps her face towardthe sun collecting light so I can find my way through the river of shadows.
Selfish me knows I’m no better than springwho must wait for Luna to bring her candleto a nursery of sleeping daffodils...yet in this spot of night I own the light that cradles me.
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Blog post“On the outskirts of every agony sitssome observant fellow who points.” Virginia Woolf
Grief is not a thing to climb over.It’s a heart crawling through shadows searching for sunlight.
It is a harsh assumption sorrowhas a generic course or allotted days to wane.
When one breaks in a thousand piecesthere’s a sea of horizons the spirit has to sail.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Landay poem...Couplet- 9 syllables first line, 13 syllables second line.
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