Monday, November 30, 2009

My love Is As A Train

My love for you is as the journey of a train
With a non stop destination of love moving forward
You my darling can join me on this continuous travel
Or you may disembark at any time

The enchantment of your voice your spirit
Fills my memory in a way that has displaced
All I thought once to love

You have lain tracks of endearment
To a heart I once feared would be
Destined to travel through life alone

The dark tunnel of sameness my life had become
Is now brightened by the smile
Illuminating from a precious face

Yes my dear I will continue traveling love’s tracks
My prayer is you will go with me
Whatever is your choice
My love for you will remain my constant companion

Saturday, November 28, 2009

You Can

The power inside you
is ignited by your dreams.
That flame of what
you want to achieve
is fanned by your belief
you will see your dreams
become a reality.

People will doubt you.
Their words of you can’t
should only strengthen
your belief in yourself that you can.

Listen to that heart melody
that encourages you to keep going
when the world plays its discordant tune of its no use to go on.


©Susie Clevenger 2009

A Bottle of Whine

Pressed from grapes of can’t forgive
And aged in a barrel of bitterness
A bottle of whine
Is poured from a caustic tongue
Into a goblet of won’t let go
Leaves one drunk on I can’t forget
With a hangover of nobody wants to hear it

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Clothing of Trees

Summer’s green decorating wooded timber
With sunlight warmth
Now given way to Fall’s coolness

Red orange and yellow set against a blue sky
Holding on to the beauty for a breath
Until winds come to leave the trees bare

Stark limbs empty silhouettes
Seen on a twilight sky horizon
Awaiting a snowy touch to soften their lines

Limbs pierced with icicle earrings
Dressed in snowy white capes
Dance with the northern wind

Brilliant sparkles of diamond ice
Natures jewelry adornment
Worn in attendance at a midnight winter ball

In frozen anticipation branches await
The glory of Spring’s awakening
Floral apparel in colors of pink and white



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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Set Free to Love

She was words of sunlight
Radiant spots shining in my loneliness
Bubbling laughter tickling my soul
Awakening a heart living in lonely solitude
Each day brighter with hopes of hearing her

My voice raspy with misuse
Oiled by a desire to respond to her
Broke forth from desolation’s hold

With my first stumbling discourse
I shared the reasons for my heart’s prison
Pain the key to my cell

I had locked my broken heart
In solitary confinement
Within walls of distrust

A proclaimed love from another
Had been clothed in deceit
Its painful unveiling had left me in despair

In tortured musing
I felt love would be forever
Held in a dark inconsolable wasteland

I spoke that her verbal illumination
Had caused my darkened heart to feel freedom’s stir
Liberated to once more know love

In joyful exclamation she stated that is why she was sent
To break mistrust’s bindings on my heart
That with tender perception I might recognize real love

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Time Without A Butterfly

With fluttering wings I take flight as I hear
The voice of one who desires to know me
His varied queries seek to understand the mind of a butterfly
But gently I fly among his questions
Eluding answers with questions of my own

I tell him that perhaps there is beauty in my confusion
With each inquiry you find the wisdom in yourself
I am not sent here to answer
My visitation is to help you see there should never be
A time without a butterfly

Sunday, November 1, 2009

She Sleeps With Butterflies

Winged whispers tickle her ears
while gentle kisses touch her lips.
She sleeps with butterflies.
Their gentle fluttering transports her
on a nocturnal fantasy where dreams
dance like water diamonds with sparkling
promises of a forever love.

Cocooned in hope she lies dreaming
surrounded by her tender hosts.
A heart lies waiting to hear love’s call
while she sleeps with butterflies.

Frozen

The words that came so readily would not come
A heart so full of love felt cold
The sunshine brightness of my soul now a dark loneliness
My words my heart my sunshine lie frozen in me

I longed only to please you to bring you joy
But all attempts brought rejection
Icicle daggers that pierced my heart

Cold winter with its chilling breeze lay upon my heart
Love once returned now encased in frosty silence
Frozen longing praying for warmth

I will not survive this frozen fourth season void of feeling
Breathing icy air that leaves love in a barren wasteland
Please may a warm heart come thaw me
That I may feel love again

How I Became A Laundry Goddess

How I became a Laundry Goddess


Well, I am sure you are wondering how I got the title for my blog page. It started with my oldest daughter. Here is a peek at where I came up with my name.

Confessions of a Laundry Goddess

Laundry Goddess, now that evokes a picture of a deity that all femaledom would bow down on humble knees to worship. Offerings of pristine laundry laid upon the altar of golden laundry baskets while attended by a heavenly host singing a chorus of "Hallelujah these clothes are clean."

What a load of crap. This laundry goddess is a housewife. Yes, that lowly female who specializes in domestic chores that while they are necessary they don't get you accolades from your husband, children, or any of the rest of the world. Have you ever been to you husband's company party and when asked , "What do you do for a living?" you speak up with pride and say, "I do laundry." You can just see from their expressions that they are thinking, "She's one of those people. A woman who doesn't do anything but stay at home.

I think my first inkling that I was a laundry goddess came when my oldest daughter was given an assignment at school that involved drawing what her mother did for a living. You can just imagine my pride when I was presented with a drawing My Mother Does Laundry. I could just envision it hanging in the classroom midst the other drawings of my mommy the lawyer, my mommy the dentist, my mommy the doctor. My chest filled with pride as I stood with basket in hand and realized that my child had chosen amongst all my varied talents to showcase my ability to keep the family's clothes clean!