Friday, February 26, 2016

Sandy Sky


Stars shine in a sandy sky,
the sea giving up its jewels
to burnish joy into eyes
turned ashen by sorrow.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Prompt Nights - Take Me To The Ocean

Friday, February 19, 2016

Hoodwinking A Few Hallelujahs


He made the church his pigeon
by hoodwinking a few hallelujahs
with a faux born again passing on needles.

Nothing feeds the collection plate
like a lie painted with enough truth
to make the organ play an altar call.

More attention should have been paid
to the serpent in the pulpit, but Eden
needed to be weeded with passing the blame.

Death comes when the hour glass is empty
or sooner if heroin loves an alcohol chaser.

It doesn’t matter if the star was tarnished…
It just matters if the choir can still sing
in the false key of the good old days.



©Susie Clevenger 2016

Mama Zen wanted me to shock her in 77 words or less. I got a bit windy. It was hard to pair down a story (especially a true one) that has so much more to tell. I've got a lot more forgiving to do.


Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Valentines, Hearts & Epiphanies ~ Season Two

I was honored to be included with such talented creatives on this show. My thanks to Roger Allen Baut for all the work he does to bring attention to artists ad their work.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Serpens


Even a snake has charms
if the flirt before the strike
has enough rose petals.

No one looks for a predator
in honey or hears the hiss
when heat is generated
from a love song.

Be careful of what crawls
in poison grass without
getting burned - Pretty words
may come bearing scars.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Lupercalia's Wolf

She-wolf feeding Romulus and Remus ~ Wikicommons 

Love is wine stained
pouty lips speaking
pink words into ears
hungry for what could be.

There is so much heart shaped
agony in February the spirit 
prays rejection will drown
in Spring’s coming thaw.

Damn Lupercalia’s wolf
whose flesh nursed 
the foundation of a day where
love is a merchant peddling perception.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

For the history of Valentine's Day
you can read here ~ Lupercalia



Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Silence Of A Song

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter - John Keats

There is no music
in the song of my dreams.

Night teases sleep
with lyrics, but ties
the promise of melody
to the silent beak
of the nightingale.

What purpose is there
in a chorus unheard,
the held breath of
anticipation music’s
drought will be broken?


Perhaps it is hope.

©Susie Clevenger 2016