"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Bookmark

A bookmark saving the place
Where I last read
A bright red tassel against white pages

I should pick up the book to read again
But how do you read love sonnets
With a broken heart

Black ink speaking love
Can step into a storm and not be shaken
From its course of happily ever after

My forever didn’t survive the tempest
I am surrounded with the debris of love’s end
Tears burning the torn edges of my soul

I feel nothing but the stone in my chest
A heart no longer beating joy
But an erratic thumping of loneliness

I stare at the bookmark wondering
What sonnet I last read
Perhaps one day I will have the courage to look
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Monday, August 30, 2010

Thoughts Rattle

Thoughts rattle through me,
a collection of dry memories
haunting me in their shrouds.
There is no reason for their torture.
I had buried my love for you
inside the tomb that is now my heart.
I want no Lazarus resurrection
of that pain to torment me.
I wish only to erase you from my soul.
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A Life Inside Quotation Marks

Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered
Am I just a collection of someone else’s thoughts
Living my life inside quotation marks
Leaving my own soul unexplored
Passion no more than a photocopy
Of the inspiration born in another
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Brave

It is easy to be brave when you don’t need to be
To brag you can face anything without fear
In the moments your life is filled with ordinary

Courage comes when the unthinkable
Bursts upon you with all its agony
Your heart crushed in fear’s fingertips

Life’s pop quiz for which you are unprepared
Crying out prayers -seeking answers
When heaven remains silent

True bravery comes when you need it
A rushing in of your soul to assist you
When your humanity can’t bear the weight
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tortured Territory

The past a tortured territory
The eyes begging blindness
The ears praying to be deaf

This could not be the place
That formed me
A bitter land of pain

I thought to have escaped it
My memory cauterized
To keep yesterday from
Escaping to torment

To remember now --why
My smile removed
By the march of evil
A hideous slide show

Time does not alleviate pain
It only manages
To stuff the horrid into a closet
To wait until something triggers
The memory to unlock its door
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I Let Music

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Wine Bottle Empty

The wine bottle empty
I can’t drink you away
Behind closed eyelids
I see your face
Your kiss a memory
I can still taste

The dance in my heart stilled
Lonely steps now my waltz
Parting is not sweet sorrow
It is a tearing of the soul

I have no tears
I have cried my heart dry
Reflection has gone
From a blessing to my curse

I sit alone staring at a glass
Trying to rally hope
Amongst the red stains
Of wine splattered on the table
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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Inspiration a Journey

You can’t sit in a chair
Waiting for inspiration
To sit down beside you
Rise to your feet and
And walk in its steps
Inspiration is a journey
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Desire

If your desire can be caught and domesticated
You were without it to begin with
There should be a wildness in your soul
That stirs you to want something with
Such urgency you can’t rest until it is met
Desire can not be satisfied with maybe
Or a weak replica of the dream in the heart
Gather your hope your want your need
Keep persevering until you have what you seek
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Quiet's Silent Steps

Quiet took its silent steps
Across my heart leaving
Footprints of peace
The noise that had suffocated
My tranquility subdued
When I stopped running
And stood still
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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Doors of Contenment


Behind the doors of contentment
lie turmoil’s memories,
days of uncertainty lived in upset.

Lessons learned at the feet of chaotic
leave the psyche fractured,
but survival gives an appreciation of peace.

Set aside assumptions when seeing
a soul residing in quiet.
It knows well the journey through discontent.


©Susie Clevenger 2010
Photograph: Favim
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Tiny Smudges

It is not a perfect day
that brings me joy.
It is a day filled
with imperfection,
those tiny smudges
across the hours
that bring the unexpected.


©Susie Clevenger 2010
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Summer's Final Days

Summer has burnt into its final days
Leaving a haze to blanket blue skies
Life hiding in shade to escape the swelter

Memories new ---wrapped in smiles
Will be placed in daydream gift boxes
To be opened when winter stands outside the door

School bells poised to ring will announce
The end to Summer’s intermission
As the year enters its third act

But Summer in its last hurrah will dance naked
Under the August moon
In a celebration of heat before Fall comes
To bring its golden chill
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I Tried To Be Quiet

I tried to be quiet
dressed in a sweater
knitted in silence,
but it didn’t fit.
I felt like I was
dressed for my
own funeral,
lain joyless in
a coffin made
from planks
of conventional.
I am noise and life,
giggles and spontaneity.
I don’t want to be
anyone else.
I just want to be me.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2010
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Monday, August 9, 2010

Just Drink From It

Life is to be lived
Not put on hold
While you discuss
Your philosophy

Why attend endless
Seminars on how
To have a better life
And return to
What you have
Always done

Stop just saying
Positive affirmations
And begin
Believing them

Instead of buying
A book on how
To express yourself
Just open your
Heart and speak

What does it matter
If the glass is half full
Or if it is half empty
Just drink from it
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Sunlit Kisses In Midnight Moonlight

Sunlit kisses in midnight moonlight
Bright joy reaching the soul
As lips meet under a lunar canopy
Love’s question answered
In the language of a kiss
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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Poem's Key

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Raindrops My Hiding Place

If I were to cry in the rain
no one would know my tears,
raindrops my hiding place.

Grief breaks my heart,
saying goodbye hurts
but living is more pain.
You are in heaven’s arms;
I am bound to earth.

My ears are closed to
the simplistic sentiment time heals.
Please rain fall so I can hide
from those who keep telling me
I will be all right.

©Susie Clevenger  2010
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

So Many Words

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Barefoot Thoughts

Warm summer night
Lazy thoughts walking
Barefoot through my brain
Hazy images trying to form
Dressed in casual verse
The heat making intellectual
Commentary too much effort
My poetry preferring to
Recline on short vocabulary
And flip through the pages
Of my memory viewing poems
I have already written
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Happy

Happy that choice beyond
What circumstance dictates
Chasing the negative
Out of your heart
With the determination
Of a runner preparing
For a marathon

Depression would rather
Have you in the midst
Of a life storm being
Pelted with hailstones
Than see you rise up
And seek shelter
From those who would
Lift your spirits

Expect the worst and
You just might find life
Will meet your expectation
Pessimism is the rust
That corrodes your joy

Choosing to be happy
Doesn’t mean
You look at life through rose
Colored glasses
It means you don’t let
The gray in your skies
Leave you living blue
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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Goodbye My Friend

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My Dance

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