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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Woman Up



A rusted padlock hangs
between my breast and ribs.
I lost the key a hundred
heartbreaks a go when
the tear swamp grew teeth
and tore a hole
in my starry eyes.

It wasn’t bitter that lost the key
or the clinging ribbons of lost love.
Reality stormed in like a bitch
who knows her truth and tore
the pink curtain from my daydreams.

She taught me to woman up,
a few bruises on my spirit wouldn’t kill,
and building a wall around my heart
only makes me the prisoner.

The rusty open lock and I are friends.
When I struggle about letting
someone in, it reminds me
empty feeds too many ghosts.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2017



 "A rusted padlock hangs between my breast and ribs."  Is the first line in my poem Every Glass Slipper Fits A Fool.

13 comments :

Toni Spencer said...

empty feeds too many ghosts...oh my goodness what an excellent closing line to this amazing poem.

Debi Swim said...

"She taught me to woman up,
a few bruises on my spirit wouldn’t kill" That is wonderful advice. Love it.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I want to marry your first two lines! They are just perfect, Susie. The strength of the imagery, the power of the meaning... LOVE it.

Sara McNulty said...

Incredible power in this 'woman-up' poem, I love the image of the rusty lock.

Jae Rose said...

Such vivid imagery - and I love the notion of womaning up!

Martin Kloess said...

Thank you for this wonderful insight into a soul

Sherry Marr said...

This poem packs a lot of power. I especially love "Empty feeds too many ghosts". Wonderful, Susie! Your poems are on fire these days!

Jim said...

This is nice, Susie. Losing the key reminds me of when I lost my first wedding ring in the Dam B lake. It wasn’t bitter either that I lost the ring, "the clinging ribbons of lost love." And I didn't replace the lock, i.e. the ring. I bought a new one for the new Mrs. Jim. Much better now, 44 years better.
I liked too, your "tear swamp (growing) teeth and "tearing" a hole in my starry eyes. That was me at the start.
Very appropriate for of side of most broken romances, you think?
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Kim Russell said...

Such a powerful poem, Susie! Just the image of the rusted padlock made my heart hurt, and the lines:
'I lost the key a hundred
heartbreaks a go when
the tear swamp grew teeth
and tore a hole
in my starry eyes'
made me gasp.
But I was relieved to read the lines:
'The rusty open lock and I are friends.
When I struggle about letting
someone in, it reminds me
empty feeds too many ghosts'.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

This maturity puts the heart to full, feral use: wide open and with all the scars on display, like tattoos.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

'The rusty open lock and I are friends. When I struggle about letting someone in, it reminds me empty feeds too many ghosts' .. this is so powerful!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was powerful and life-affirming. I love the term Woman Up!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Oh Susie...this is glorious! So many powerful and wise lines in this poem. I especially love the last line! It is amazing!!!

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