Sunday, May 29, 2011

A Tin Foil Fool

You are a tin foil fool
wrapped in your shiny superiority,
thinking you know all the answers.

Judgment oozes from your pores.
The smile on your face not a smile,
there is no kindness or humor in it.

Don’t tell me who I am to love.
I didn’t ask for your permission.
My heart is my own.

Condemn me with your words,
chain your temple doors,
place a sign “Do not enter.”

I live by one simple rule,
treat others as you
wish to be treated.

I can not look at people
with a set of rule books,
a checklist of acceptance.

Love is a gift given to me
with only one condition,
I am to pass it on.

A Wolf Waited to Devour

My childhood
was a fairytale
where a wolf
waited to devour,
and witches
spoke spells
to silence
my tongue.

There was
no Prince Charming
in my story
to rescue me
when large hands
pulled me into
the dark.

Evil, fanged and hideous,
gorged on my
blonde haired ,
blue eyed innocence,
leaving bones of fear
to rattle in my chest.

I remained the prey,
chained in my terror
by threats and
drowned kittens
until the beast
grew tired of me
and sought
new innocents
to destroy.

Set free I had
no freedom.
I was locked
inside secrets
until a pen gave
me the key
to open hell’s prison.

Poetry gave the
paralyzed child inside
a voice to speak of
nightmares that were real,
and freedom to come
out of the dark.



©Susie Clevenger 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Silent Love

I sit silent in my love.
Who can I tell?
My confession
would bring pain.
I have given
my heart away
knowing it
will never return.



©Susie Clevenger 2011


Monday, May 23, 2011

Words Pile Up

Words pile up within me,
I want to speak, but
fear stitches my lips
with rejection’s thread.

Hell’s mantra, “Don’t speak”
keeps playing like a broken
record in my head.

Play it safe. You are good
at hiding your feelings.
You can find an excuse
for the melancholy.

Failure’s whisper flies
with its annoying wings
through my thoughts.
“You will never take a risk.”

Damn this mental warfare!
My insecurities have launched
an attack on every front.
I must fight to overcome them
or be content living as a
prisoner of war to my fear.

Coffee Ringed Regrets

Coffee ringed regrets
written across a tablet.
My introspection
filled with too much pain.
Denial raises its voice,
but truth speaks louder.
Unfortunately I have
gained wisdom from
being a fool.




©Susie Clevenger 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

A Red Desert Rose

I picked a red rose
in the desert night,
its velvet petal
life in a dry void.

I knew not how
it came to blossom
in a place of death,
the sun too hot,
the moon too cold.

But as I held it
in my hand
I believed it
to be a sign
my fractured heart
would be whole again.


©Susie Clevenger 2011

Monday, May 16, 2011

I Would Hang the Moon


I would hang
the moon for you
if you would love me

You might search
through a thousand
reasons to say no

I hold my heart
praying you will find
the one yes




©Susie Clevenger 2011



A Lifetime Into Boxes

This pain is too great.
How do you place
a lifetime into boxes?

With each item
I hold in my hand
I hear it speak a memory.

I pray we won’t silence
the good times
by only remembering the bad.

I set out to heal you
with my own wounds raw,
a broken savior needing salvation.

I am afraid. You loved me for who I am,
brash, loud, impulsive.
Who will love me that way again?

Our lives now sit in containers
marked fragile.
You will leave. I remain.

Love can’t fix everything,
each on our own road to pain,
all that is left is to say goodbye.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Silence Is The Blessing

Silence is
the blessing
in chaos.
It is one less
tongue
in the cacophony
of disorder.




©Susie Clevenger 2011


The Garden of My Sorrow

In the dark garden
of my sorrow
my spirit reaches
toward the light
praying I can
grow beyond
the soil of my grief.




©Susie Clevenger 2011

Friday, May 6, 2011

A Quiet Amen


A table set,
yellowed linen,
cracked dishes,
bent silverware.

Bowed heads
saying grace,
lifting thanks
for the little
they possess.

Wealth counted
in moments together,
not in the size
of their bank account.

Love lives here
in a patchwork
four room house.
Joy celebrated
in a quiet amen.


©Susie Clevenger 2011

Words Strike Blows

Words strike the blows
that topple nations.
Humanity seeks
to capture the wind,
but leaves its tongue unbridled.

If the world is to know peace,
its citizens must destroy
their arsenals of malignant tongues.




©Susie Clevenger 2011