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

Monday, October 26, 2015

Wings Against the Bell Jar


I am trapped inside a bell jar,
a specimen displayed for
the entertainment
of vicious tongues.

Cruelty sees a butterfly trying
to take wings through glass…
I see pupils gorging on terror.

Oh candle, I wish a match
had never found your wick.

I prefer night where
dreams wear a gray mask
to soften revelation,
not nightmares so brazen
they welcome recognition.  

©Susie Clevenger 2015

I seem to be in a Sylvia Plath mood.
I chose Grapelings challenge, Masks

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Friday, October 23, 2015

Dance Until the Wind Stops

“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” ~ William Butler Yeats

I fingerpaint cracked plaster
with yesterdays’ broken hearts
thinking one more drop of blood
won’t splinter my tears.

dance until the wind stops
dance until the clock spins unwound
dance until lonely doesn’t wear heels

The dry ink of lists wallpapers hours.
Tomorrow is a thief stealing starlight
from Tuesday while I plant worry.

dance while the butterfly still enchants
dance while dreams still have names
dance while your lungs still remember to breathe

©Susie Clevenger 2015



Real Toads ~ Chandelier
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Sunday, October 18, 2015

Stone Bruises


There wasn’t any
toe room on the pulpit
and none of her ribs
were named Adam.

It took talent to fall
from the gravel
of not worthy,
but questioning
snakes and apples
pushed her a little
closer to the fire.


©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Saturday, October 17, 2015

A Chord's (Cord's) Reach

I remember a tether
that held me to a dial
which spun numbers
into connection.

There were no faces
to slip in my pocket
or voices to silence
with abbreviations.

I could roam as far
as a chord’s (cord's) reach,
see the world through
a conversation….

Oh no!

I’ve become
one of those people…
nostalgia bemoaning
the “good old days.”

From the bored stares I receive
I’ve reached the presumptive
age of irrelevance.

I speak a foreign tongue
requiring a google translation.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



Fireblossom Friday: BEechwood-4-5789

I used the word chord because I was thinking of the sound of a dial..Thanks Susan for pointing out "cord" should also be used. :)
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Monday, October 5, 2015

Brown Paper Leaves

Drought has robbed
the orange from autumn.
Brown paper leaves
cough their dry rattle
into a dusty wind.
Life waits for the
silver lining of winter.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry #272


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Saturday, October 3, 2015

Telarum

I damn the prison song of fate,
a hateful melody spinning
me into a clock whose face
sees a tomorrow I can’t edit.

It is…It isn’t…
It will…It won’t…
It can…It can’t…

I dance in toe shoes
that can’t feel my heartbeat
or know the danger of tears.

Destiny is the handmaiden of hell.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



Real Toads Flash 55 Plus!
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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Wind Drop of Crows


Roraima ~ Carlos Garcia/Reuters


A voice travels as far as
the clutter it leaves
in the womb of pristine.

Conquest is a spiked brag
scarring the mountain face
while ancient spirits grieve.

Sacred has no value in silver coins
so greed steals the wind to drop
crows into the gods’ eyes.

In the cavern between earth
and where stars die prayers climb
incense curls to plead for solitude’s return.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


Process Notes: Hannah over at Real Toads introduced us to the beautiful Mount Roraima, Venezuela/Brazil/Guyana. I did a little research and found where tourists are damaging the ecosystem of the mountain


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