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Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Forty Watt Moon


I hear photographs speak,
brush my teeth with thoughts,
and walk barefoot through
the alphabet under a forty watt moon.

Surrounded by poets on bookshelves,
I ink verses until “finished” releases me
from wide awake dreams.

Attempting to snake charm sleep
with yawns, I cap my pen
and surrender to daylight
winking on the horizon.

©Susie Clevenger 2014


Friday, October 3, 2014

My Resting Place


Bury me in Mother Earth’s womb
where sun is carried in water
droplets, and tomorrow
lies untouched by human error.

Wrap me in a shroud of hope
and send my spirit to walk the scars
of her pitted cheeks to apply
the oil of remorse to destruction’s brow.

Blend my dust with rebirth.
Let it be the soil where change
can grow deep roots to stop the flooding
destruction of man-made destiny.


©Susie Clevenger 2014


Hannah, at Real Toads, prompted us to write from the inspiration of Son Doong Cave in Vietnam. It is an amazing, beautiful place. In this video it shows a forest growing inside the cave. I was moved to write about my pain of how we have harmed our planet and the hope somehow we can stop the tide of destruction poised to consume life. Transforming Friday With Mother Nature's Wonders  

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Dear October


Dear October,

Did Shakespeare simply
ignore you or did he fear
his words could not
adequately speak of the beauty
of your candle flamed leaves
dancing with the wind?

Your glory hangs upon cinnamon limbs
prodding even the daylight star to question
eternity about the bard’s silence.

Perhaps it was Shakespeare’s intent
to have us pen our own October sonnet
while you quietly lay autumn upon his grave.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Mama Zen prompted us to use personify October
 in 53 words or less. Forgive me Mama Zen for being more wordy.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Refill Enthusiasm's Cup

You speak of your advanced years as if the creases earned by endless smiles could erase beauty. You are the wish your hope once hung on the northern star when faith chased dreams without fear. Whenever life took the narrow path of black and white you knew a yellow brick road lay beyond the monochrome.

Refill enthusiasm’s cup and drink the joy of being an ageless spirit in a culture obsessed with chasing youth. Wisdom is the silver in your hair; the lessons learned shining boldly in blue eyes, your words that heal. You are the today someone needs to guide them into their tomorrow.


©Susie Clevenger 2014

This was inspired by a revisit to Kerry's Wednesday Challenge, November 16, 2011, Prose Poetry.

Margaret's Play It Again Toads, #9

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Legally Aimed

I took a pledge for gun sense
and became a target.
People don’t like you messing with
their second amendment.

It didn’t matter another life
was taken by a legally owned aim.
I’m a bitch messing with the right to defend.

Yes, I support gun sense.
This isn’t some "do gooder" trying
to take the steel from your palm.

I am a woman who has lived the trauma
of seeing bad things happen to good people,
the agony you preface with unfortunately
then follow with your vow of no compromise.

Is it just unfortunate that my phone rang with someone
bearing the news a young woman I had known since
she was a child was shot and killed by an ex-husband?

Is it just unfortunate to have held a young woman
in my arms who was crying from the terror of being raped
by a boyfriend while he held a gun to her head?

No, I won’t keep quiet because it rocks the family boat,
has me twitter bombed or Facebook jabbed.
I am too grieved by the horror feeding on my silence.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

This is written from the inspiration of Alicia Keys' poem P.O.W. (prisoner of words. 




Sunday, September 21, 2014

Tears Of Inevitable

The mountain peak sees the night
before the valley bathes in stars.

Its stone held secrets vibrate
in their unknown tongue along
prayer beads cut from the heart of God.

Standing on earth’s shifting flesh
it feels the future cutting a path
through the tears of inevitable.

Knowing that certainty can be
rerouted by hope, the mountain waits
to see humanity pulled from the precipice of failure.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2014


Saturday, September 20, 2014

One Cat Away From Crazy

Lilly sat by her window
dropping forks and
bribing fate.

If one dropped fork
meant a man would visit,
how much better the odds
if she gambled all her pronged silver.

Cupid had failed with his arrows.
Love had been nicked, but never
bled enough to down a soul mate.

With all the flowers in her garden
sacrificed to the game, He loves me…
He loves me not…she hoped romance
would prefer eating cake with a spoon

She was one cat away from crazy,
and a knitted afghan closer to eccentric.


©Susie Clevenger 2014