Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess

"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, September 22, 2017

The Senators Won't Swim

There aren’t enough dollar signs in care.
The blood’s in the pool, but the senators won’t swim.
Black hearts pad wallets with Koch
while charity drinks light from the bottom of the barrel.

Set a table with stars and stripes, strip a vote,
pat backs too spineless to walk near the raw edge of truth.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

FF 55 at Verse Escape
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My Eyes Are Green Plaster












My eyes are green plaster,
the scent of hell, a muffled cry
pulled from the roots of a last smile.

Tears gather shadows to parade
across the ceiling and soot secrets
into my eyelids where nightmares hide.

Normal plays hide and seek…I twist
my doll’s hands into prayers, but their
plastic God only cares about ruffled lace.

Giggles join hands…Pink cheeks chase the sun.
I am a ghost dressed in hand me downs,
two shoe laces away from their ring of rosie.

I chase crows…They sing of robins.
Eenie meanie...The Monster drinks daylight.
My eyes are green plaster and I can’t speak plastic God.


©Susie Clevenger 2017

Fireblossom Friday: "The Distorted Lens"
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Thursday, September 7, 2017

Rainbow Affirmations

I like to collect rainbow affirmations
to put color in my book of words
to counterbalance the dark day collection.

Even the most infinitesimal brush
with serendipity brings rapture
to a mind fed in soundbites of doom.

Branded heretic I prefer my butterfly faith
to a testament that digs channels so deep in rules
a soul can never be sure it can identify freedom.


©Susie Clevenger 2017

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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Ardor of War



"We're goin' down
And you can see it too
We're goin' down
And you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burnin' room" -
John Mayer

What is this alliance,
hip joined battle plan
to defeat our hearts
before they are consumed?

Shadows brush our secrets
into a moon bin and we think
there will be no war in goodbye.

The heat of our bodies sear
us with memories, blush stained
scar bearers storing moans
our skin will never forget.

The dream slayer loves a standoff.
It rallies fools to the cliff edge
making bets who will fall.

Yes stalks us with its treachery
surrender holds no defeat.

We ignore the enemy ticking
on a shelf chasing stars toward the sun,
and continue our war in a burning room.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2017

I used Grapeling's word list from September 17, 2014.
art, war, attack, fire, capture, neglected, ardor, tactics, energy, alliance, treachery, scheme, tenderness

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Monday, September 4, 2017

Drowning

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I fear raindrops,
the communion
of water and hell.
Nothing grows in drowning….

How long will it take
to write away terror?

I will ask the Lily when
the river leaves it to bloom.

©Susie Clevenger 2017
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Sunday, September 3, 2017

Ankle High


I dance the drumline,
the steady beat of surviving
pulsing through legs
mud etched by a river scream.

There is hell in high water
fighting the Jesus strength
to see another tomorrow.

I breathe cries, the steady moan
of desperation, the death howl
raking hope I’ll ever reach solid ground.

Breaking through the horror
I hear a camouflaged Gabriel
crying, “Keep walking, your feet
can carry you beyond the water line.”

This mud sludge apocalypse
demonizing water has been eager
to write my obituary, but I’m crossing
into the ankle high salvation of an angel horizon
shining with the warmth of two reaching hands.

©Susie Clevenger 2017



As many of you may know I live in Houston. Hurricane Harvey (tropical storm for us) has caused, well, hell in Texas. My family and I are safe and didn't experience flooding. I wrote this poem for those who had to take the treacherous water walk to safety. The photo at the top is Dawn looking out Lake Houston where we live. The song is one my daughters, Dawn and Carrie, wrote around a year ago, but rerecorded it in my kitchen after the worst of the rain passed. 

It is hard to explain how we felt or how we feel now. Perhaps this will give you some insight. A friend of mine, Dr. Donna G Hughes, who is a psychologist states it this way.



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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Hold Me Tighter Than Memories


Dance me to the center of your heart
where I can see moonlight in crimson.

Hold me tighter than memories,
and together we’ll choreograph
joy into the shadows.

We are scars tied in a lover’s knot
growing starlight in our palms.

Yesterday can no longer chase us
when we’re breathing soul to soul.

©Susie Clevenger 2017
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