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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Silence Between Storms



Enjoy the small things of life,
Noise doesn’t make time more precious.
It is the silence between storms
where your heart collects photos
of tender words, a first kiss, a child’s smile
that strenghten you for the ride on bitter
swells of circumstances determined
to see you drown.


  
 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

Izy at Real Toads has us googling for inspiration.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

All About The Sell

I have plenty of everything
that doesn’t amount to anything.

My skill is getting you
to think all my nothing
is something you must possess.


I have arms that are out of touch,


identical faces without identity,


and sacred that glitters, but isn’t gold.

Please take your time…
There isn’t any hurry..
Our doors open in,
but seldom open out.

Welcome to the Nightmare Emporium
where the contents of your wallet determine
how far you can stretch your dime.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Lolamouse offered photographs that she and her daughter took on a trip to Portland as inspiration for our writings.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Wings Clutching Roots

She lay with
arms outstretched;
pinned by the sun
to blades of grass
like a butterfly specimen.

Wings clutching roots
she let home stain her fingers
and pondered the irony
of finding contentment
in a place she had spent
a lifetime trying to escape.


©Susie Clevenger 2014



Sunday, April 20, 2014

Needing A Cradle

Purring
 at the moon, she sits
declawed and  robbed of a
womb. Watching a family tree
hobble  into  eternity  without
her genetic twig brings grief, but
oddly enough, relief. There are
too many motherless children
needing the cradle
of her
arms
t o
fret
about
genealogy.
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©Susie Clevenger 2014


Saturday, April 19, 2014

color choice

he sugar coated his watch
but I could smell the vinegar
long before 10:00 p m

he’s too busy pleading a fifth
can’t be used against him
to notice the verdict came with the last straw

leaving my two cents with his baggage
makes my suitcase weigh less
i won’t need the house keys any more

black makes me look too pale
purple balloons are more festive
for a burning bridge


©susie clevenger 2014

Sam Edge over at Real Toads has provided e.e. cummings as inspiration for our writing.

avant-edge: e.e. cummings

Friday, April 18, 2014

No Wounds




Words of peace leave no wounds.

Hate lost its voice
when we removed
the stones from
our tongues.


©Susie Clevenger 2014 

Marian over at Real Toads provided Donna The Buffalo's video Working On That as inspiration for our poetry.

Working On That

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Peace Collection


Susie Clevenger's Slidely by Slidely Slideshow

Peace signs…
a reminder war
is never an answer…

War came to me
in a small town.

Viet Nam was
miles away
and death didn’t
have a familiar face,

But from a store front
window I saw it march
down main street in a coffin
covered in stars and stripes.

With Bridge Over Troubled Water
playing in an unending loop in my head
I told a friend goodbye and pledged
from that day forward I would always
surround myself with symbols of peace.


©Susie Clevenger 2014

 Ella at Real Toads had us talking about creative walls, collections. My peace sign collection is on my walls, clothing, jewelry, etc. I take it with my at all times in the peace sign I have tattooed on my left arm.