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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Painting Without Sound

Trying to be…..

Paint yourself into
someone else.

Apply plenty of lie
to your smile to keep
clueless content.

Truth doesn’t sell
when the market
is flooded with
cleavage and curves.


Pain bleeds through
the grainy silence.

Hope unhinged
doesn’t need sound
to speak agony.

Heartbreak is
a universal language
too often spoken
from the dejection
written upon a face.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

          "True Heart Susie" (1919)

At Real Toads Kerry used silent movies as inspiration for our writing. In doing some research I came across the movie, "True Heart Susie" starring Lillian Gish. Of course it caught my attention since I share the name Susie, but I also felt the connection because it was released in the same year my father was born. 

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Muddy Water Veins

Muddy water runs in my veins
from Arkansas generations who knew
more dirt than gold, a belly full of hunger,
and moonshine bottled in glass.

The dustbowl didn’t bring their
Grapes of Wrath…It was revenuers
with their nostrils to the ground
sniffing out the family business.

With handcuff incentive they piled
possessions and children on trucks
and took a midnight flight to safer ground
across the border into Missouri.

Two families- one flight - kept them
living together in getting by until
circumstances grew a new limb
by joining my parents as husband and wife.

My name sits on a muddy water tree
where death came sooner than later,
poor did what it did to survive, and
moving on never escaped its roots.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Kay over at Real Toads prompted us to write a ballad. 

Monday, April 14, 2014

Button Push

Teeth grinding on
son of a bitch bones
I think surely my investment
in chapters will not see
my reason for bookmarks die.

Dear Author,

You knew which buttons to push.
I will thank you when the steam dissipates.


Couldn’t Put It Down

©Susie Clevenger

Sunday, April 13, 2014

In The Nothing Of Everything

I rise from night owl sleep,
put feet to floor and walk
into yesterday’s repetition.

The eventful uneventful
greets on cat’s feet
complaining in a hungry meow.

Dodging tails and wails
I feed the starving, reach for coffee,
bite my tongue with no one to hear.

Somewhere in the nothing of everything
I stepped on the crack and broke wonder’s back
leaving me vulnerable to the bat bite of routine.

Wake me up. It’s not over.
I’m already wiser and I’m older.
I’ve wasted time not finding myself.
I know that I was lost.

Give me a song, a word, a dance….
Let me paint seen with unseen….
Walk through doors never opened.

The spur, the itch, the want
is becoming louder than
the insistence of typical.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

Verse 5 is a play on Avicii's lyrics from "Wake Me Up"

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

Grace at Real Toads prompted us with "Routine". 

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Calico Tea

Teddy bear and me
drink calico tea.

It’s full of giggles
with sprinkles of wiggles.

Sit down and we’ll share.
There’s plenty to spare.

On our blanket of sun
we always have fun.

So come and be friends
where the smiles never end.

It’s as easy you see
as drinking calico tea.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Margaret Bednar at Real Toads offered the delightful artwork of children as inspiration for our poetry.  A Child's Verse

Friday, April 11, 2014

Wisteria Roots

We kissed beneath
the wisteria where
ghosts hung from boughs.

In the scented rustle
of decades we tied
our future to the past.

Standing in the shade
of generations our vows
echoed those spoken before.

Our love vined itself to roots
that knew how to thrive even when
 drought brought the choking dust of division.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Hannah has us talking wisteria. 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Becoming One

Mystery, by Odilon Redon

In the
veil of
float in
colored air
one with

they wait
for trust
to lift its
and make
its destination

to the lips
of prayer
they ride
waves of faith
carrying answers
to the center
of the soul.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

 At Real Toads Hedgewitch provided the art o Odilon Redon as inspiration.