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Monday, September 15, 2014

Monday Is For The Birds

Standing at the back door
I watch the moon die
in the first glares of dawn.

Swirling cream in my coffee
I drug myself with enough
caffeine to exorcise lethargy.

Bone weary from lists
of all I must do, I bend
my will into procrastination

long enough to listen
to the birds greet Monday
as if it could never disappoint.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Sunday, September 14, 2014

September And The Moon

I want to hold hands
with September
and the moon
blooming in the sea.

For a few moments
life has been silenced
by splashing waves.

I don’t have to breathe
hectic, or sacrifice peace
to the rumble of traffic.

Night rocks me in its cradle
of misted stars until I forget
tears wait on my eyelids.

I am alone with September
blushing my skin with dreams,
the moon, and secrets.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Grace asked us to write about our September sky

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Dear Poets...My Poets

I am drawn to your words
like a moth devouring light.
When the world tears another
layer from shell I inhabit,
your words fill the scar and speak
another day into my flesh.

Dear poets…my poets…
Yes, I claim you as my own.
You speak the unspeakable,
take my pain, and leave me whole.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Saturday, September 6, 2014

I ~ You

“And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.” 
― John SteinbeckThe Grapes of Wrath

I am hungry and
you feed me.

I am thirsty and
you give me wine.

I punch a time clock and
you answer to the sun.

I complain of cost and
you pay the price.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Reflecting on the food I eat. It arrives at a cost far greater than dollar signs. Humbled by those who toil for so little to bless me with so much. My heart goes out to the migrant workers. Thank you seems so inadequate.

Marian over at Real Toads provided music by David Hidalgo as inspiration for our poetry. Real Toads ~ The Valley

Monday, September 1, 2014

Withering ~ Triquain

from August’s paintbrush of
burnt umber, flowers surrender to
their garden fainting couch where dry leaves will comfort
them until winter’s chill seals them to
the slumbering breast of
promised spring.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Wee Hours Of Together

Dance with the Ghosts of Tomorrow
© Kelly Letky

We are arms reaching
for last moments before
goodbye has burnt the air.

In the wee hours of together
we dance with tomorrow’s ghosts
that are still warm with memory’s flesh.

Let the promises remain unspoken.
There is no need to ask why because
the answer arrived with our first mistake.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Kerry provided us with the beautiful photography art of
Kelly Letky as inspiration for our writing. You can find more of her work
on her Etsy page Blue Muse Art.


The Knife Edge is the granite
high wire where adventurers
risk life to walk on awe.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Hannah's prompt: Real Toads Transforming Friday With Nature's Wonder