Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: July 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Graffiti Signature

fumes linger on a street corner

one dimensional artwork

painted with a spray can

on a brick wall canvas

artist’s graffiti signature

Friday, July 29, 2011

Ode To The Breasts

Breasts restrained in bras

of lace and metal fastenings,

lifted separated cleavage,

small medium large,

scented, powdered, pink,

gentle sway and bounce.

Teasing ribbon straps

smoothly slide down the arm,

seductive suggestion

to invite the viewing

of the beauty of the breast.

Yesterday's Dust

You are not

dying because

of your past.

You are dying

because

you keep

reliving it.

It is a window

covered with

yesterday’s dust.

You can not

see today

for its smudges.

A history book

will remain

in your memory.

Let healing

edit its pain

by forgiving

yourself.

Poetry Palace

Wedding of Fools

A wedding of fools

imprisoned by expectations,

a dress, a ring, a ceremony,

a fairy tale with a price tag.

More planning for the event

than understanding of commitment.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Lover's Haiku

flesh tasting desire

a sensuous appetite

paramour’s cuisine

Vanity's Hand Mirror

hand mirror of vanity

watches for life to scar

beauty dying from within

The Unsaid

There is the unsaid

that waits on tongue’s tip,

floundering among doubt.

It is as fish without water,

wishing for life

but dying on dry land.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

She Writes in Photographs

She writes in photographs.

Life caught in verse

and viewed by imagination.

Her photo album

a journal of snapshots

written in pen.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Lost Pearl

A lost pearl,

the iridescent beauty

survived the sand

that formed her,

but not the lie

that broke her heart.

Peace On a Clothesline

Peace hangs

on a clothesline.

Different worlds

united in cloth.

A patchwork prayer

attached with hope.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Red Sequined

Red sequined heels

tap together,

always wishing

for somewhere

over the rainbow.

Familiar has lost its luster.

Perhaps it is the spirit

that has dulled.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Memories In Winter Coats

I walked the garden

with its rows of

undressed rose bushes,

their thorny limbs

pulling at my clothing.

I sought to find spring

in winter moonlight.

All I found were memories

wearing winter coats.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Raindrop Invitation

a raindrop invitation

to come outside and dance

i trade dry shoes for joy

Sunday Scribblings Prompt: #296- Joy
Sunday Scribblings

Thursday, July 21, 2011

She Sat Gathering Stars

Under the path of the milky way

imagination’s princess

sat gathering stars

to hang wishes on each one.

Tipping her hat to the moon

she set them free

to decorate the night.

With a twinkle in her eye

she spoke a prayer,

“may each wish find the way

to its dreamer.”

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Romance

Romance,

sublime hope

wrapped in red hearts.

Its valentine dreams

sleepwalking

in reality’s shoes.

The Drink of Melancholy

I poured melancholy

into a glass

to drink its dark ale

feeling it was better

to swallow its bitterness

before it swallowed me.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Dreams Silent Movies

I was once here,

connected, present.

There was desire,

need, relevance,

but I turned cold,

withdrawn, silent.

Life is what you

make of your dreams.

My dreams are

silent movies

without captions.

Real Toads

Ears Deaf

Ears deaf,

age has

obliterated

sound.

He sits

in his silence

remembering

her voice

speak his name.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My Broken Pencil

My broken pencil is

a link between

thought and paper,

recording in lead

the voice that speaks

through my hand.

Its eraser editor

worn from the abuse

of correcting

errant verse.

A yellow companion

that sacrifices its core

to allow the expression

of mine.

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Thank you Thursday's Poet's Rally for The Perfect Poet Award

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Friday, July 15, 2011

Sunflower Summer

sunflower summer

blooms across the kansas prairie

yellow memories to warm winter

when the moon

is covered in snow

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Wilted Sigh

Plump petals worship the sun

each of their days of bloom,

a beautiful bouquet uncut.

This nature painting ends

when scissored hands

cut the flowers from their life support.

Gathered and placed

in an artificial home of water and glass,

they brighten a kitchen table.

Their glory shines for a few days

until blossoms die a drying death,

heads bent in wilted sigh.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011

I Saw Red

I saw red

when

my world

became

black and white,

its passion

dripping

along my soul,

my heartbeat

crimson

in the darkness

keeping

me alive

until color

returned

to my days.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Your Kiss

I seek your kiss.

Lips that tell

me you are

not a dream.

I no longer

have to run

to my pillow

praying when

I close my eyes

you will appear.

I feel your breath

upon my cheek,

the warmth of

your skin,

my body speaking

a vocabulary

I didn’t know I possessed.

Your voice touches

the strings of my heart

playing a love song

that will not end

when the sun

stirs me from my sleep.

I touch your skin

knowing you are real.

Today I embrace the morning.

I can dream with my eyes open.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dance Speaks

Dance speaks

the poetry

I wish I could write,

bodies reciting verse

in exquisite movement.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Chiseled Lips

Madonna stands

in her stone garden silent,

marble hands in prayer,

my sins the beads of her rosary.

Forgiveness resting on a petition

coming from chiseled lips

that have no voice.

Poetry Palace

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Valentine Dressed In Red

A valentine

dressed in red.

Her heart worn

on her sleeve,

denial impossible

confession painful.

I love you waiting

to be spoken,

rejection holding

its breath.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

My Pen Grows Tired

Fingers you are silent.
Inspiration left without
a goodbye
taking poetry from me.
My pen grows tired
from the scribbles
that have a beginning
but no end.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Music Plants A Smile

Music Plants a Smile

Music makes
the spirit a lush garden,
planting a smile
in the soul
to grow hope
when life
takes you
through the desert

Tanka # 1

if I lived on the moon

would earth

inspire love sonnets

or would terra firma

just be a blue marble

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