Thursday, April 21, 2011

Being Peaceful

Being peaceful
Takes courage
When the
World offends
It is easier to shout
Than be the whisper




©Susie Clevenger 2011

The Moon Teases

Spring wind
Rattling the
Wind chimes
While the moon
Teases the spirit
With romance
The heart a bud
Hoping love
Will cause it to bloom




©Susie Clevenger 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Dear Government

Dear Government,
When did I become
so complacent?
I sit in a pot
of boiling ambiguity
sipping on lies
without even a question.

Watching congressmen
Being bought by corporations
draws less outrage from me
than a bad referee call
at a football game.

My income grows smaller
from your hand in my pocket.
I cinch my belt tighter
while you keep
adding notches.
I just pray I can
hold on to cable TV.

Citizens in other countries
are protesting and dying
for a democratic government
that would allow equality
and freedom.
I don’t even vote.

Yes, I am not sure when
my lack of concern began.
I just expected government
would serve my best interests
without having to get involved.
I think I will go out for a beer.


Sincerely,
Apathetic



©Susie Clevenger 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Wisdom

Wisdom doesn’t come
from listening to
another’s teaching,
nor is there a surrogate
to bear failure’s pain.
It is acquired by walking
the lone path each
soul must take.



©Susie Clevenger 2011

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Writer's Drought

Help! I am without words!
The cursor blinks at me
on a page as pristine
as it was an hour a go.

The voices in my head
have gone silent.
Where is the brilliance
that won’t let me sleep,
the verses that have me
running to my journal?

Surely the cliché of the
well running dry
has not become my actuality.
Yet I find myself covered
in ineptitude’s dust.

I pray inspiration’s rain
is in the forecast for tomorrow,
not more days without imagination.
There needs to be an end to
this writer’s drought.



©Susie Clevenger 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

She Walked Barefoot on Stones

She walked barefoot on stones ,
sharp edges cutting, bruising,
to feel the path of the less fortunate.

She went without food,
stomach growling, body weak,
to know how it felt to be hungry.

She slept on a street corner,
traffic her lullaby, the pavement her pillow,
to know the fear of being homeless.

She did all this and told no one.
It was not for others, but for her,
that she might learn compassion.




©Susie Clevenger 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

Drifting In White

           drifting
            in white
      my thoughts
          a balloon
           without
           a tether
      dreaming
      floating
   climbing
   freeing


©Susie Clevenger 2011