Sunday, August 2, 2015

Fence


Gossip has a choir
eager for a new song
and scratches at my
throat to find the melody.

You pry, demand,
attempt to peel layers
from secrets etched on
my ribcage…

Trust is a coin earned in
the belly of intuition.
It’s evident you’ll never
earn a wage behind razor wire
marked No Trespassing.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015

Oblivion


I
drank noon
from a wine
glass horizon
and watched seagulls beg
bits of bread from fingers
typing voiceless messages
across lifeless, electronic palms.
Human connection sacrificed to
the digital blink of separation.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Crumpled Scent

The crumpled scent
of pages in a book
is the incense of escape.

I can sit at the throne of words
and life feels less urgent
with imagination’s release.

Worry must keep its silence;
pain cease its agitation;
time hood its blood wink.

The crumpled scent of pages
lifts me from the quicksand
why taunts me to cross.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Trapped Rhyme


Night writes another verse
across my temples.
I feel the throbbing ink
of so many yesterdays
bleeding down my cheeks.

My heart keeps beating
in its normal rhythm
oblivious to the rhyme
trapped between my teeth.

Susie Clevenger 2015

Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Bread of Oligarchy

Men Fighting ~ Leonard Defrance


We rally around our prejudices,
take deep breaths of offense
until its vinegar coats every word.

Opinion has grown stale in its repetition;
day old bread thrown to wolves who choose
its mold over the fresh yeast of harmony.

The diplomacy of intellectual discourse
has fallen victim to an Oligarchy
 selling fear while stealing freedom.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

I was inspired by the writings of Dante Alighieri

Friday, July 3, 2015

Sunshine Stained

Canola field in Luoping cc wiki by Fanghong

I swim through
yellow petal dreams
wondering if winter frost
will freeze my thoughts
to clouds stoning the horizon.

My sunshine stained hands
cut through waves of uncertainty
as my lungs struggle to expel doubt
after each breath of prayer.

Peace sits on the shore
waiting, trusting I will
not drown in the brine
of my questions.

The sky turns a deeper blue.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Thanks Hannah for the inspiration.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Needle Eye of Definition

I sat in division’s wooden pew
drinking a wine glass filled
with “I’m unworthy” until
my mind rebelled at bondage.

The love my heart held couldn’t
fit through the needle eye
of a narrow definition.

I ran from closed minds
to bloom in unconditional.


©Susie Clevenger 2015