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

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Lover's Haiku


flesh tasting desire
a sensuous appetite
paramour’s cuisine

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Vanity's Hand Mirror



hand mirror of vanity
watches for life to scar
beauty dying from within



© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Peace On a Clothesline



Peace hangs
on a clothesline.
Different worlds
united in cloth.
A patchwork prayer
attached with hope.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011



Friday, July 22, 2011

Raindrop Invitation


a raindrop invitation
to come outside and dance
i trade dry shoes for joy

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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.”

 © Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Romance



Romance,
sublime hope
wrapped in red hearts.
Its valentine dreams
sleepwalking
in reality’s shoes.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Ears Deaf


Ears deaf,
age has
obliterated
sound.
He sits
in his silence
remembering
her voice
speak his name.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011





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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.



©Susie Clevenger 2011





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.


©Susie Clevenger 2010

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dance Speaks


Dance speaks
the poetry
I wish I could write,
bodies reciting verse
in exquisite movement.


©Susie Clevenger 2011



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.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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.


©Susie Clevenger 2010

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



©Susie Clevenger 2011