file:///C:/Users/butterflywrite/Downloads/pinterest-0d480%20(1).html Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess

Monday, September 1, 2014

Withering ~ Triquain



Withering
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.


Katahdin



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

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Strange

You shouldn’t have…
Well, I did…

Tattoos are disgusting.
Have you seen mine?

You’re the only one on the dance floor!
I don’t care…

What’s with all those pens?
I love ink.

Act your age!
Is this an audition?

You’re so strange.
Thank you for noticing!

©Susie Clevenger 2014

 Mama Zen at Real Toads wanted us to discuss our weird in 46 words or less.



Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Evade: A Politician's Handbook

If I were to be,
well you see,
I’d rather be you
than me.

Because a rabbit chase
through the sky
will end in a stubbed toe
fall into reality.

If I talk out of the right
side of my mouth,
I bite my left cheek
which doesn’t matter
unless I don’t have
a leg to stand on.

Does that answer
your question?


©Susie Clevenger 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

Until Death ~ Or Nearly

“It's like a storm that cuts a path
It's breaks your will, it feels like that
You think you're lost, but you're not lost
On your own, you're not alone" *

My love watched me
be overtaken by pain
that had no cause,
no relief, no cure.

The agony of my bones
turned on its match
to burn my flesh,
and death wooed me
with its painless sleep.

When I was too weak to speak,
he was my voice…
When I couldn’t stand,
he was my legs…
When I couldn’t hope,
he was my prayer.

Why hung itself like
a black wreath on my spirit.
I was an enigma passed
from physician to physician.

While I was holding on to thin air
midnight lit a lamp to expose
death had planted its seed
in a prescription bottle.

Though I had an answer, it wasn’t a rainbow’s
ride out of hell…My mind medicated
into despair was a tough jumpstart
into believing life was better than death.

When I was too weak to speak,
my husband was my voice…
When I couldn’t stand,
my husband was my legs…
When I couldn’t hope,
my husband was my prayer.

©Susie Clevenger 2014



The beginning quote is from the song, I Will Stand By You, written by Jason Sellers, and Steve Robson; performed by Rascal Flatts.

In 2012 I was prescribed the prescription drug, Cozar. What began with a high fever and pain progressed to agonizing pain, only being able to feed myself, and the darkest depression I have ever experienced. I have been warned by a cardiologist I am never to take that class of drugs again because there is every likelihood next time it would kill me. The list of side effects can be found here.

During this hell few people knew what was really happening to me. I asked Charlie to only post on my Facebook page that I wasn't feeling well. I was dependent on Charlie to bathe me, dress me and assist me in going to the bathroom.The only thing I could do was feed myself which took extreme effort because I had to wear neoprene gloves to try and stabilize the joints in my hands to reduce pain. 

I was bounced between doctors who didn't have a clue as to what was happening to me. My primary doctor was going to send me to a infectious disease specialist because he thought I had contracted a virus that was attacking the bones. Somehow through the physical pain and my mind surrendering to death a light bulb flashed and I realized I had began taking Cozar the month before. Charlie and I started digging deeper into the drug's side effects and found it was the demon killing me. I stopped taking it and physically I began to rebound, but mentally I was still shrouded in the belief I would die. Charlie had to tell me every day I was getting better. I had the song, I Will Stand By You, on my iPod and I listened to it over and over, clung to the words because I knew Charlie was there for me and many friends who didn't know the real extent of my illness were praying and speaking positive words on my behalf. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Take The Moon

My heart is a ticking clock
dividing time with your smile
and the barrenness of your anger.

Take the moon, the last rose,
the lust memories I have stored
in my flesh, but don’t rob me
of my reflection in your blue eyes.

We are two souls wrapped into
one eternity. Forgive me for stepping
into the starlight of another’s arms.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Margaret at Real Toads had us revisiting previous challenges. I chose one from Kerry, Jorge Luis Borges