Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess

Frostbite Flirtation

2012-02-22T16:43:00.000-06:00

winter wears its ice

harsh as windblown grains of sand

a frozen sweater

quickly by the moon

it cloaks its peaks in crystals

feet buried in snow

its february

a flirtation with frostbite

determined commitment

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Alpine Exposures

Real Toad's Kenia issued this Challenge:

Write a poem that keeps a dialogue with another poem, poet.

I chose Mama Zen's poem: Flirtation

Mine is the negative to her positive take on February snow. We all have those people. No matter how grand something looks to us there is that person who will rain on our parade.

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The Haiku Challenge Day #23 ~ Giving Them Her Joy

2012-02-22T15:15:00.003-06:00

the joy of my mom

loving hands creating

beautiful artwork

for trio of little girls

their blue eyes watching

stitches with priceless memories

the joy of my mom

©Susie Clevenger 2012

For Mama and her trio

Sharon, Debby, and Susie

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Today's Challenge: The Joy of Giving
Form: ABC, CDE, EFA

The Haiku Challenge

Cobalt Memory

2012-02-22T14:42:00.004-06:00

cobalt memory

a perfume of my childhood

drifting through my thoughts

a touch of paris

applied by my mother’s hand

scents my memory

what dreams did she dream

beyond that small country home

i wish i had asked

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Be Warned

2012-02-21T23:45:00.000-06:00

The moon is dressed

for a masquerade ball

as it plays with the clouds

to keep its face hidden.

Secrets wait in shadows

for those who can’t keep

their lips silent.

What fool would believe

night has neutrality?

Its starlit curtain does

not mean it will keep

lies hidden in its velvet.

Be warned that if you deceive,

darkness will shout your transgressions.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: vi.sualize.us

Open Link Night ~ Week 32

dVerse ~ Poets Pub

The Haiku Challenge Day #22 ~ Movement in Dance

2012-02-21T13:33:00.000-06:00

bollywood beckons

contemporary movement

mixed with classical

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a gypsy heartbeat

translated by rhythmic dance

bohemian joy

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bells chime on ankles

a hypnotic flirtation

heart snared in its spell

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©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Enosh Bandsode

29 Days of 29 Haiku

The Haiku Challenge

Seduction

2012-02-21T12:49:00.000-06:00

her eyes, kohl smudges

framing Aphrodite’s stare

seduction glistens

a finger brushing

pouting cherry blossom lips

his body responds

butterfly kisses

wing their way along her neck

her heart fluttering

fingertips brush lace

exploring satin ribbons

Adonis teasing

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph:Valentine's Day Clipart

The Haiku Challenge Day #21 ~ Dedication

2012-02-20T14:42:00.001-06:00

feeding the hungry

a soup kitchen’s caring hearts

the hands of service

fighting through her pain

a college degree her dream

diploma received

putting hands to hope

a home built by volunteers

paying it forward

©Susie Clevenger 2012

There are many opportunities to volunteer. Check out the ones in your community.

My oldest daughter fought illness to receive her college degree. It shows how the dedication to a dream can see it become a reality

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Today's theme: Dedication

The Haiku Challenge

Volcanic Silver Lining

2012-02-19T22:40:00.001-06:00

Screams lie hidden in columns

that hold up an Italian sky.

Five families of the pillars,

an ancient genetics

tied to an empire of ash.

Life mummified in last breath

buried under cold lava.

A volcanic silver lining

that created a time capsule

of the day a city died.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photographic inspiration provided by Reena Walkling at Missing Moments

Poetics-Visual-eyes-ing

dVerse ~ Poets Pub

The Haiku Challenge Day #20 ~ Imagination - History

2012-02-19T17:54:00.000-06:00

stop reminiscing

close your history book

you can’t rewrite it

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imagination

empties yesterday’s suitcase

to dream the future

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so much history

born from imagination

continue to dream

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

The Haiku Challenge

Clapboard Monument

2012-02-19T17:10:00.001-06:00

A gray, clapboard monument

rises from its cemetery of weeds.

The only thing keeping it upright

is the memory of dreams.

Hope nailed the walls

to build a home, but

despair eroded it into

an empty house.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Poem inspired by the photography of: Mary Ann Potter

The Sunday Challenge at Real Toads

Thursday Poet's Rally
The Poetry Palace
My nomination for Perfect Poet Award is:
Raven's Press

The Haiku Challenge Day #19 ~ The Joy of Seasons

2012-02-18T16:10:00.000-06:00

pastel hunting ground

giggles search for painted eggs

easter tradition

firework picnics

america celebrates

under july sun

jack o’ lanterns smile

as they watch geese flying south

ghouls rustle the leaves

skates dance on the ice

a ballet of figure eights

mittens clap applause

©Susie Clevenger 2012

1st Photograph: Mark Psoras

2nd Photograph: The Family Groove

3rd Photograph: Martha Stewart

4th photograph: Google

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Theme: Seasons Type Kigo

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #18 ~ The Bones of Famine

2012-02-17T17:34:00.000-06:00

skin stretched across bones

another stomach craves food

a mother must choose

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tears no longer fall

the time of crying long past

bones wait for their death

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we step over bones

on the way to our excess

eyes blind to starving

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Theme: Famine

The Haiku Challenge

A Hero Fighting Shadows

2012-02-17T03:27:00.000-06:00

Screams in the night,

fists fighting the air,

a knife poised on a wrist,

this was the battlefield

of my young hero.

Nineteen years old,

fighting a war

to save a wife

from shadows,

he stood guard

over her dreams.

The enemy came

in memories,

a small girl pinned

to threats.

Her innocence

plundered when

when she was only five.

Happily ever after

began in hell’s warzone.

Night terror’s had

him clutching his wife’s arm

to keep her from taking her life.

My hero, my husband,

fought an adversary

he couldn’t see.

A dragon slayer

fighting my

demons

to save me

from

me.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Meeting the Bar: Heroes and Heroines

dVerse ~ Poet's Pub

This is Home

2012-02-16T23:45:00.000-06:00

Home, the place I hang my heart.

The walls scuffed with life

and dusty memories.

It is crumpled sheets

where arms embrace me.

Laughter echoes of jokes

only he and I understand.

It is the sound of two daughters

singing songs they have lived.

I find home in my crumpled notebooks

filled with poetry and dreams.

Home is four walls with photographs

hanging from memory threads.

Where is home?

It is love, acceptance, joy,

heartache, hugs….

It is within the smiles and tears

of the life I have been blessed to live

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: TheOtherDuckling

The Thursday Think Tank #84~Home

Poets United

The Haiku Challenge Day #17 ~ And She Waits

2012-02-16T22:26:00.001-06:00

market still asleep

a mother hoping for food

starvation too near

if patience was coins

she would be very wealthy

stoically she waits

a tourist snapshot
nothing but a souvenir
poverty ignored

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Paint the Image ~ Theme : Wait

The Haiku Challenge

Haiku Touch of Spring

2012-02-15T23:21:00.000-06:00

the melting winter

waters sleeping daffodils

spring rocks the cradle

robin melody

nature sings the song of spring

winter breathes a sigh

lilacs tease the air

with their delicate perfume

the bouquet of spring

©Susie Clevenger 2012

1st Photograph: Favim

2nd Photograph: Anne Cook

3rd Photograph: Photobucket

Real Toads Haiku

The Haiku Challenge Day #16 ~ Sin

2012-02-15T17:59:00.001-06:00

Judging lips spout their condemnation using a bible as their law book. Hypocrisy lists the sins of others while turning a blind eye to its own. I sat in the pew and sang in the choir dressed in religion. I now cast the first stone at myself for casting stones at others. My heart repentant, I ask forgiveness for believing it was ever my right to be your judge.

stones are the judgment

thrown by hypocrisy’s hands

love, heal the broken

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A voice summons the shadow to come to the bed of death. A soul cannot sleep in eternal peace with sin’s bread lying upon its chest. Bony fingers take the bread and lift a glass of wine:

these sins I now eat

they will not enter your grave

peace will be your rest

The term sin-eater refers to a person, who through ritual means, would take on by means of food and drink the sins of a household, often because of a recent death, thus absolving the soul and allowing that person to rest in peace. In the study of folklore sin-eating is considered a form of religious magic.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Poetry Prompt: Sin Form: Haibun
The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #15 ~ Mud Puddle Rainbows

2012-02-14T14:28:00.001-06:00

mud puddle rainbows

splashes of hope in darkness

optimism’s smile

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Today's Prompt: Paint the Image

The Haiku Challenge

Devotion

2012-02-14T14:09:00.002-06:00

I called his name

when I was afraid

and you were

there to comfort me.

I stood confused

not knowing how

to put on my shoes

and gently you

placed them on my feet.

I became agitated

when sunset came

and you took my hand

to wait beside me

as the shadows settled

across the wall.

I no longer knew

how to dance

and you gently took me

In your arms

to guide me

through the steps.

I forgot so many things

in those sorrowful last days,

but you were there

to hold me in the fog,

a devoted husband

remembering

all the memories I had lost.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Real Toads ~ Valentine's Day

Someday when we meet up yonder

We’ll stroll hand in hand again

In a land that knows no parting

Blue eyes crying in the rain.

Fred Rose

For my Mama and Pappy
The last time I saw them dance was to this song.

The Haiku Challenge Day #14 ~ A Day of Valentines

2012-02-13T16:37:00.000-06:00

a room full of hearts

seeking a valentine

the shyness of love

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nervous valentine

to be or not to be mine

a question lingers

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winter turns crimson

february valentines

fall as confetti

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joyous I love you

spoken with conviction’s lips

valentine amen

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku

Today's prompt: Valentine/love

The Haiku Challenge

Death of Prejudice

2012-02-12T16:35:00.001-06:00

The obituary of prejudice

written across pale skin,

a foul opinion slain

by enlightenment.

Body and mind free

from the bondage

of generational conceit

that one skin color

possesses superiority.

Peace flows through

souls now joined

and nirvana rises

from the broken

chains of hate.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Image: Christophe Gilbert

The Mag: Mag 104

The Haiku Challenge Day #13 ~ To Be A Child Again

2012-02-12T14:26:00.000-06:00

uninhibited

expression of amazement

beauty of childhood

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unleash inner child

abandon yourself to joy

smiles are healing gifts

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dreams sparkle in eyes

that don’t doubt they can come true

believe as a child

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 days of 29 Haiku

Today's prompt: Paint the Image

The Haiku Challenge

New World Creative Union

2012-02-12T11:56:00.006-06:00

A Creative Union of the Arts
Discover the purpose and pledge of the New World Creative Union

Feline Warrior

2012-02-12T02:14:00.000-06:00

Sharpened claws

and whiskered nose,

a feline warrior

keeps watch with

sleepy eye camouflage.

Each shadow noise

reaches attentive ears,

Ninja paws ready to strike.

In the carpeted wild

of the domestic jungle

this striped fur ball

is queen.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Talon

Real Toads photographic challenge

My apologies to Stripey if you are male, if so I crown you king.

The Haiku Challenge # 12 ~ The Sunshine of Butterflies

2012-02-11T15:06:00.000-06:00

my world turned yellow

with fluttering butterflies

joy arrived on wings

the sunshine of butterflies

joy arrived on wings

with fluttering butterflies

my world turned yellow

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: popularscreensaver.com

29 days of 29 Haiku prompt: colors

Poetry Form: Naisaiku

The Haiku Challenge

Stained Glass Spin (Inspired by Patti Smith’s Dancing Barefoot)

2012-02-11T00:38:00.004-06:00

The prayers turn

with stained glass spin.

Accepted words

fall on ears

that have tuned

them out.

Count the beads,

drink the sacrifice,

eat the bread,

Closet confessions

absolved by formulas.

The knees of guilt

can rise from

their posturing.

Heaven hears

another amen.

The prayers turn with stained glass spin.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
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dVerse poetics~poetry~and philosophy

The Door

2012-02-10T17:22:00.000-06:00

Aged by boot kicks,

hands puling and pushing,

raindrops rotting its strength,

the door still waits to welcome

to keep secrets, to say goodbye.

Rusty hinges sing their moaning chorus

as they strain under openings and closings.

People young and old make their assumption

the weathered wood will always

respond at their command.

A patina bridge between past and present,

it bears the weight of crumbling brick

and mortar tears.

A stoic entrance that awaits a future

dependent on reaching hands.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

The Haiku Challenge Day #11 ~ The Gift of Sight

2012-02-10T14:45:00.001-06:00

i see with your eyes

a gift when life said goodbye

thank you seems so small

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brown eyes with blue sight

the veil of darkness removed

her gift humbling him

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a simple checkmark

priceless statement of intent

blind eyes now have sight

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku #11: Paint the Image

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #10 ~ Innocent Promise

2012-02-09T22:45:00.000-06:00

innocent promise

not knowing what life would bring

but trusting in us

nineteen is so young

to commit until death parts

our dreams starry eyed

though growing was hard

we clung to I do

tears were dried by smiles

forty one years have passed

our eyes see wonder not age

gray does not matter

a promise still kept

love has grown not diminished

our hearts remain one

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 Days of 29 Haiku Day 10:

Write a Haiku about a special day in your life
The approaching Valentine's Day has me all hearts and flowers
The Haiku Challenge

Elephants on Strings

2012-02-08T23:48:00.000-06:00

The kite wind March

blew in with clouds of fluff

and blue eye sky.

Elephants on strings

floated through spring

accompanied by giggles.

The yellow balloon sun

watched a little boy run

through green grass

waking from a winter nap.

Shadows made puppets

that looked like furry Muppets

as they danced across the field.

It was a time to be free

and dream of what could be

in a world where imagination had no limits.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Heavy ~ GeeeO on Deviantart

I just let the little kid in me write this one.

It is just totally for fun. I took a break from serious.

Kerry's Wednesday Challenge

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The Haiku Challenge Day # 9 ~ Padlocked

2012-02-08T16:51:00.001-06:00

freedom is padlocked

to government’s rhetoric

liberty suffers

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incarceration

rusty locks on chain link dreams

escape seared by doubt

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rainbow fastenings

expectant heart bound to hope

expression of faith

©Susie Clevenger 2012

29 days of 29 Haiku: Day #9 Paint the Image

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #8~This Above All

2012-02-07T12:47:00.001-06:00

“This above all, to thine own self be true” Hamlet ~ William Shakespeare

bind the false breathing

that speaks lies against yourself

your words should be truth

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above all be true

to self and murmur not lies

be your champion

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do not play falsely

but be true to thine own self

speak with honesty

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know this above all

wise is he who knows himself

and keeps his restraint

©Susie Clevenger 2012

The quote from Hamlet is today's challenge on The 29 days of 29 Haiku

The Haiku Challenge

Stone of Dreams

2012-02-06T23:00:00.001-06:00

An uncut ruby held in eternity’s hands,

the stone of dreams horded to buy life

now used to mark death.

Hands reaching for the gods

forever raised above mortality’s skeleton.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

A grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

Magpie Tales: Mag 103
dVerse Open Links Night~Week 30

The Haiku Challenge Day #7~Jewel of Hope

2012-02-06T17:45:00.000-06:00

This is for my oldest daughter, Dawn. She is my hero. She battled auto immune disease for years. She was misdiagnosed numerous times with everything from Lupus to Wegener's Granulomatosis. In 2008 she was diagnosed with kidney cancer and lost her left kidney to the disease. Through all of her health battles she was able to shine. She received a Bachelor's degree in Political Science/Journalism and was the first non law student to be chosen as a Texas State Legislative Aide. Whenever I feel weak by adversity I think of her and all she has accomplished and continues to accomplish and I know I have the strength to carry on.

This is Day 7 of 29 Haiku in 29 Days

Theme: Paint/Write your Imagination on an image

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #6~Thoughts

2012-02-05T18:57:00.000-06:00

they rattle, tumble

badgering my pounding head

i pray for silence

one random

thought

now multiplied

©Susie Clevenger

Photograph: Google Images

This is day 6 of 29 Haiku in 29 Days

Today’s theme is: Think

Today’s haiku form includes Pi-Ku

The Haiku Challenge

Faithful Watch

2012-02-05T15:28:00.002-06:00

The tree’s twisted eyelid

is my portal to the sea.

Mornings I rise to view

blue water sparkling

through leaf lashes.

There are days

I see a blue eye wink

of waves splashing,

others a cataract

fog of gray.

But with each sunrise

I smile and find peace

knowing my rooted sentinel

has kept a faithful watch

over me, the sand and the sea.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Richard Schear

Real Toads Sunday Challenge

The Drink of Wine Lips

2012-02-04T23:06:00.000-06:00

His lips tasted like wine

so she drank from them,

forgetting tomorrow

was ticking its way

through the stars.

Lust wrapped around her

taking her breath,

the no from her voice,

the hesitation from her conscience.

Warm body upon warm body

melted into one purpose,

to take from one another

the fulfillment

their desire demanded.

There were no thoughts

of sunrise,

a wedding arranged

like a company merger,

guests smiling ice smiles,

or the silver dollar shine

in her father’s eyes.

This moment with a stranger

who tasted like wine

was all that mattered,

her body forgetting

tomorrow was ticking

its way through the stars.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Fireblossom Friday #3: Temptation

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The Haiku Challenge Day #5 ~ Acrostic Haiku

2012-02-04T16:10:00.003-06:00

pursed lips, sour tongue

rail their condemnation

yellow teeth of rage

saffron horizon

umber smudges mix with gold

night is impatient

fluttering pleating

an artistic seduction

nature of flirting

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image 1: Photobucket

Image 2: Photograph: Bettina Marchello

Image 3: Painting:

Woman with Fan, Edoardo Tofano

This is Day 5 of 29 Haiku in 29 Days

Today's Theme: UR Choice Acrostic Haiku

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day #4 ~ The Flip Side of Emotions

2012-02-03T14:16:00.001-06:00

the tears of folly

fall as sorrow’s acid rain

laughter will dry them

~0~

valentine heartstrings

severed by enmity’s knife

acts of love restore

©Susie Clevenger 2012

This is Day 4 29 Haiku in 29 Days

Today's Theme: Opposite Emotions

The Haiku Challenge

Just One More

2012-02-03T01:08:00.002-06:00

One more drink and I’ll forget

the

way he

looked at me

his warm hands

along my

spine.

I flirted with love,

the hearts, the flowers,

my perfume on his skin.

was just

too much work.

Wasn’t that what I told myself

on the nights I ate dinner alone

when he was on business trips?

i’ll believe

one more

lie.

I hope this glass

isn’t a crystal ball,

my life drowning in amber.

One

drink

and

I’ll

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photorealism Painting: Rob Hefferan

The Haiku Challenge Day #3 - Wisdom of Age

2012-02-02T16:22:00.000-06:00

knowledge of aging

lifetime slipping through your hands

the clock has unwound

~0~

a cane her compass

to guide feet’s destination

memories her eyes

~0~

living history

shown in weathered fingertips

generations’ touch

~0~

let go of your wants

get a grip on what you need

today slips by fast

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: AppleBlossoms Photography

This is Day 3 of 29 Haiku in 29 Days

Today's Theme: Paint the Image

The Haiku Challenge

A Mockingbird Sings

2012-02-01T19:06:00.002-06:00

Cropped hair and overalls,

the judge’s clothing

of a tomboy child.

Dark is dark

and light is light,

there is no gray.

A Mockingbird

sings with the

voice of our conscience,

the abominable

we wish to silence.

To kill its song

we spiral into

our corruption.

Bright eyes dulled

by the demonstration

of adult prejudice.

A father having

to bear the weight

of a world he wished

his child would

never have to see.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite books and movies.

I actually got to meet Mary Badham who played Scout.

It was a blessing I will never forget.

Ella's Edge Prompt: Movies

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The Haiku Challenge Day #2 ~ A Mother's Touch

2012-02-01T17:59:00.000-06:00

lifted from scraped knee

a kiss drying falling tears

magic of mother

storybook bedtime

perfect passage to dreamland

mother reads to child

lullaby comfort

beauty of mother and child

rocking chair of peace

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Mother and Child Painting: Peter Quidley

This is Day 2 of 29 Haiku in 29 Days

The Haiku Challenge

The Haiku Challenge Day # 1 ~ Keynote Memories

2012-01-31T15:51:00.006-06:00

keynote memories

moody blues in black and white

a songbook of tears

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photorealism Paining: Rob Hefferan
This is day 1 of 29 haiku in 29 days

Day 1 Theme: Freestyle

The Haiku Challenge

Perfect Poet Award, Week 61/Glory of Chilbirth

2012-01-30T16:07:00.000-06:00

giving life through pain

the family tree blossoms

glory of childbirth

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: baby-wallpapers.net

Perfect Poet Award Week 61

Thank you so much for the award.

I nominate Lolamouse

Discord

2012-01-29T11:00:00.000-06:00

anger tossed ranting

boomerangs through static air

words return to wound

discord paints

with

chaotic brush

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Red Spot II Wallisy Kandinsky

The Mag: Mag 102

Drought Robbed Him

2012-01-26T12:30:00.001-06:00

The earth smells of drought,

parched straw burns his nostrils,

rotting fish perfumes with its death.

He misses his boat rides on the lake,

the splash of water, seagulls calling above him,

and freedom from the sound of her complaining.

He can’t remember the song she used to sing.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

The poetic form is sevenling. This is my first attempt at the form.

Silhouettes

2012-01-25T23:43:00.002-06:00

the winter moonlight

winks at feline silhouette

curiosity

ecstatic release

the spirit in silhouette

immutable joy

a romantic tryst

silhouette of an affair

midnight seclusion

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image 1: pixdaus

Image 2: Favim

Image 3: Favim

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Silhouette

The Fingerprint of Your Voice

2012-01-25T16:19:00.002-06:00

I was nothing but white paper

until you took your pen

across my face.

How loudly I speak now

with the fingerprint of your voice.

My ink lips protest your dismay

at not finding the right shoes.

When I first saw your shadow

upon me I believed

there would be something

profound recorded on

my virgin surface,

a sonnet, a cinquain, an epistle.

Now I wish to curl up

in a wrinkled ball.

My dream

of fame

reduced

to selfish

ramblings

of a fashion

deprived

Twit!

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Real Toads Challenge: Write a futuristic poem

Not sure I met the challenge but I had fun. :)

2012-01-25T10:20:00.000-06:00

Interview With Susie Clevenger, Laundry Goddess!

Hi, Toads and wannabe's. Fireblossom here, and have I got a treat for you! It has been my pleasure and good luck to ply my extensive (read: "non-existent") interviewing skills on our very own Laundry Goddess, Susie Clevenger. She's one interesting lady indeed, as anyone who has read her blog "Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess" already knows. It was kind of her to give me such cool answers as this noob crashed and blundered her way through the interview process. "Make me look good!" I cried, and she did.

Me: That wicked witch Kerry says I have to interview someone for Toads. (extensive whining edited out.) Are you game?

Susie: Sure, I'm game... :-)

Me: Cool beans. Okay, Ms. Laundry Goddess...(I love your blog's name, by the way. Divinity, domesticity, and true confessions all wrapped together. What's not to like?)...I'd like to know, what got you started with blogging, and what does it mean to you? What does it bring into your life?

Susie: I started blogging seriously the end of 2009. It was a progression from a traumatic car accident I suffered in 2006. I was struck by a girl who was texting. It caused numerous injuries and almost took my life. One injury was brain damage. I suffered microscopic tears to the frontal lobe of my brain in the area where the essence of who you are is located. I had subtle personality changes, became a bigger risk taker, and suffer from ADHD. I had always had an outgoing personality, but it was kicked into high gear. Because of the accident, I felt there were things I needed to say and must say, and so my writing journey began.

Writing has become a passion for me. I can't imagine life without it now. I am not sure if it is odd or not, but when I write I can stay focused. I don't fidget or forget what I was doing ten minutes prior. It has broadened my world by meeting other writers who I have grown to love and who are great motivators to continue to spread my wings while learning more about the art of writing.

Me: Wow, that is a rough road to go, to get to blogging, but we're glad you grabbed a pen. So, do you think of yourself primarily as a poet? I see you also have a prose blog.

Susie: I do think of myself primarily as a poet. That is my first love. A quote from one of my own poems appears at the top of my Laundry Goddess blog, "I am hearing poetry when awake... dreaming poetry when asleep... breathing poetry with each breath... I am living in a poem." For me, life is a poetic language spoken in verse.

I also have a prose blog. I started it last year, 2011, as a way to deal with losing my father and father in law a month apart. I consider writing my "pencil" therapy to come to grips with whatever is troubling me. Susie's Sentences lets me do that in whatever manner strikes me at the moment. It has also expanded into attempts at writing short stories.

Me: It says that you love butterflies. Me too! Is it the symbology, their beauty, or something else about them that appeals to you?

Susie: I love butterflies for their symbology and beauty. From my accident, I began a metamorphosis of redefining who I was. There were parts of me that had died, and I couldn't resurrect them. For example, I used to be interested in scrap booking. I had a closet full of supplies and scrap books, but when I looked at them, there was no interest. I couldn't really remember much about creating the albums or using the supplies. There are other things pre-accident that have had the same effect. Like a butterfly I have worked my way out of the cocoon of what I was/ have lost, to emerge as the new person I have become.

Me: What sorts of things inspire you to write?

Susie: Inspiration is everywhere for me. Photographs inspire me a lot. They seem to tell me what they want to say. I am a very visual person. I am also an amateur photographer. When I am looking through the lens, the subject is telling a story whether it is animal, human, insect, brick, etc.

Me: I'm going to put you on the spot a little bit. What is your favorite thing or feature at Toads?

Susie: That is a tough question. There is much I like at Toads. I really like the support of one another as writers. Whenever a prompt is presented, fellow Toads take time to not only create their own written piece, but take time to read and comment on the work of others. I feel humbled and honored to be part of a community of such talented artists.

Me: I really want to thank you for taking the time to do this interview with me, Susie. One last question... do you have a favorite poem of your own that you would like to share, here?

My Mind Writes with Antique Pen

My mind writes

with an antique pen.

The poets long gone

are the muses

that whisper to me.

Dear Poe turned

the light on

with his dark verses.

He captured me

with his words

to birth my desire

to write.

Miss Browning asked,

“How do I love thee?”

As she counted the ways

my heart dreamed

the stanzas of my own

love poem.

Emily Bronte wrote

of tears that only ceased

when others were looking.

This gave me the courage

to speak my own tears.

Inspiration comes to me

from poets long gone.

They are my teachers

speaking their lessons

through their verses.

I pray I am a student

worthy to continue

with my pen.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Me: Thanks again, and we look forward to seeing what you'll write in the future. And thanks for propping my dumb butt up in this interview. You made us both look good!

Shiny Bite of Forbidden

2012-01-25T00:21:00.001-06:00

The magic of temptation,

to have and not hold.

A shiny bite of forbidden

to sink one’s teeth in

while plotting an escape.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Adam by try to touch at deviantART
Vice/Versa - Midnight Snack Weekly Prompt # 4
Poets United

Crimson In Gray

2012-01-24T23:54:00.001-06:00

Crimson reclines in gray,

life washed in longing.

sit shielded

but so vulnerable.

How can I

let someone

in?

Alone is my comfort,

a blanket to wrap my voice in.

How

do I

learn to speak

When silence is

all I

know?

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: desktopnexus

Into The Wind

2012-01-23T23:59:00.000-06:00

She speaks

into the silence

her prayer

and amen.

Her life balanced

on hoping

she hasn’t

tossed her heart

into the wind.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Favim

Feathers Appear Twice

2012-01-22T22:03:00.002-06:00

Beauty Tied

Beauty tied

with a grieving band

to the feathered death

of individuality.

Killed by a noxious ale

of conformity’s interpretation

deftly administered in

small doses until unique

had a metamorphosis

into a replica of

brainwashed perception.

A bright light

now diffused

by originality’s surrender.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

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Feathers of Immortality

Beauty sleeps

on angel down,

gathered feathers

of immortality.

A body caught

in a photographic wink

now tied to artistic eternity.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: From Boris Hoppek’s Tokyo exhibit “Ever”

Magpie Tales~Mag 101

Equine Dreams

2012-01-21T14:06:00.000-06:00

Equine dreams,

the valley vibrates

with freedom’s hooves

leaving their exclamation.

No spirit harnessed

to human will

but loosed to follow

the voice of the wind.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photograph: Margaret Bednar: Just Horses

Real Toads Photography Challenge

Real Toads

TipToe

2012-01-21T00:30:00.003-06:00

i wait on tiptoes

as I watch the sun rising

my day of dreams

the dance of secrets

a shadow walk on tiptoe

discovery waits

love’s tiptoe vigil

waiting for a matching heart

doubt has no foothold

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photographs: Favim

Haiku Heights~ Prompt #103~Tiptoe
Haiku My Heart

Drowning in Questions

2012-01-19T01:32:00.001-06:00

It is so cold here kneeling

at this tree growing out of death.

Its roots snarl around headstones

like tentacles trying to pull

the deceased from the grave.

Why can’t your limbs speak?

Your branches are solemn,

bereft fingers reaching for spring.

There isn’t even a breeze

to stir your silence.

I was summoned here by the crows,

their cawing clawing my peace

with their insistence.

But why ?

Are there secrets in the sod

lain across my ancestry?

If your limbs can’t speak,

how can blades of grass?

Oh bleak tabernacle,

if I am sent here to pray

please give me a sign.

I am drowning in questions.

Send at least one answer to save me.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 19

Image:Whitebook @DeviantArt~A Christmas Story for Rezzan
Poetry Palace

Tanaga ~ Censorship

2012-01-18T16:07:00.000-06:00

knowledge held hostage by laws

as censorship bears its claws

citizens rise up-protest

freedom was immigrants’ quest

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Real Toads Tanaga

Emotic Stares

2012-01-17T20:06:00.000-06:00

Picked from the garden of their youth,

flowers with perfect bone structure

bloom with exotic petals.

Camera flashes of emotic stares,

bedroom seduction, innocence

are hot house images pressed in portfolios.

Critical eyes choose the blossoms to display

in advertising gardens where painted flowers

attract a population willing to buy a lie.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: desktopnexus

dVerse OpenLinkNight-Week 27

And Now It's Spring

2012-01-17T01:36:00.002-06:00

spring flirts with snowflakes

dancing them into the sun

winter says goodbye

tulips rise reborn

from frozen winter snowshoes

bright bloomed revival

melody of spring

the music of renewal

is sung from thawed joy

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Photographs: Favim

Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring

Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden

Amphitrite’s Sacrifice

2012-01-16T00:26:00.001-06:00

The gurgling breath of Amphitrite

rises in aqua summons calling

captains to steer their ships

to ride the nipple waves of her breasts.

She gather’s her children

into the liar’s pool at her feet

rocking them with deception

to prepare for net and hook.

Amphitrite raises her sacrifice

to sunlit eyes peering into the drink.

Algae tears pour from her eyes

as she does what she must.

Human arms respond, wrestling

finned bodies from her arms.

There is nothing she can do

as life that has its beginning

must also meet its end.

Her hope is that man

will not take all her children

born in the salty delivery room

of the turquoise blue sea.

Sculpture: Jason deCaires Taylor

Magpie Tales Mag 100

History Raped by Progress

2012-01-15T11:00:00.000-06:00

Brick and mortar secrets

hold together walls

of crumbling orange.

Opulence now decayed

into black molded memories

weeps in the cold light

of shattered stained glass eyes.

The brittle bones of grandeur

are broken by junk dealers

seeking rusty treasures

to sit as conversation pieces

on faux wood shelves.

A black and white document

more obituary than declaration

of legal intent is nailed

to a carved oaken door.

It reads, This property is condemned

and scheduled for demolition.

In the courtyard a stone cherub

sits in stoic silence

as history is raped by progress.

A mansion once built

to add grace and beauty

to a growing city now lies

an obstacle to be removed.

It sits on real estate needed

to build a towered parking lot.

Photograph: Isadora Gruye

Real Toads Sunday Challenge

Goodbye to Burlesque

2012-01-14T15:58:00.001-06:00

It was time

to retire her boa.

There was no more

campy comedy in her.

The stage lights

reflected her age

in its leather pattern

more alligator

than beauty.

Her simulated

bump and grind,

a caricature

that needed

interpretation,

drew more

demands to

leave the stage

than catcalls

to continue.

In a world

of exaggeration

she was its epitome

when she

was at her best.

Now she was

a copy of a faded era

barely readable.

In ancient heels

she gave her

last shimmy

and smiled

a last suggestive grin.

With boo’s

rumbling the rafters

she took a bow

saying goodbye

to Burlesque.

Art: High Society- Fernando Botero

dVerse Poetics: Fernando Botero

dVerse ~ Poets Pub

Sharp Edges of Vanity

2012-01-13T02:47:00.002-06:00

He pulls the sidewalk

around him like a blanket,

its oiled footprints reeking

of cigarette butts

and cloying desperation,

neon his nightlight.

Stars as close as dreams

avoid his transient bed,

their self indulgence glaring

through designer eyes.

A homeless man repulsive

to their privileged senses.

Wrapped in torn paper

entertainment news

bleeds across his skin

scarring his identity

with the sharp edges

of Hollywood’s vanity.

Fame has more value than life.

Photograph: Reuter’s

Sharp Edges of Vanity by susie-clevenger

Uncertainty's Palms

2012-01-12T23:54:00.000-06:00

Three doors,

life’s game show

decisions,

youth unprepared,

age too disillusioned,

nails pressed into

uncertainty’s palms.

Today grows

more impatient

as it asks

which one?

Photo Credit: pareeerica's

The Thursday Think Tank # 80
Poets United

Abandoned Tree

2012-01-11T01:38:00.000-06:00

Silver tinsel clings

to brown needles

like arms that can’t let go.

When I see a Christmas tree

lying next to the curb,

I wonder what secrets

are hidden in its branches.

Is there joy of

a family united

or sorrow the season

left a void?

What were the memories

written in wrapping

paper and ribbon

where the tree once stood?

The evergreen that was

the decorated centerpiece

of a Christmas holiday

now lies brown and abandoned.

I can’t know the story

that sits silent in its limbs.

All I can do as I stand

over its crumbling glory

is hope that if it could speak

it would tell me, “I saw Peace.”

Photograph: Photobucket

Alone

2012-01-10T18:06:00.000-06:00

my fingertips touch

the empty air of alone

help me feel again

there is no more us

a divided you and i

locked inside our pain

serenity speaks

alone is the place to learn

the meaning of whole

Photographs: Favim

My Land of Oz

2012-01-09T09:33:00.001-06:00

I rule a concrete kingdom

with steel spines

and mirrored eyes.

This is my land of oz

where my imposing

likeness is the curtain

I hide behind.

My subjects who bow

are caught up in the fantasy

of who I am and ignore

my declarations are

read from a script.

Image: Lee Friedlander

Magpie Tales: Mag99

Magpie Tales

Open Link Night Week 26

dVerse poets

All Around Wonderful

2012-01-08T21:46:00.002-06:00

I would like to thank Michelle at All Around Wonderful for this blog award. It is so kind and thoughtful of her.

She asks that I would choose three blogs that I feel are wonderful to receive this award. That is a tough call because there are so many wonderful blogs out there. I have chosen three of the marvelous blogs I follow for this award.

Kellie Elmore at Magic in the Backyard

She has amazing talent and challenges each of her followers to explore and develop their talent to the fullest.

Grace at Everyday Amazing

Grace's talent blesses with words that create beautiful imagery as she shares cheer, fun, and love for life.

Ginny Brannan at Inside Out Poetry

Ginny's writing has a grace and style that captivates the reader.

Summer Weeps

2012-01-08T03:09:00.000-06:00

Warm days huddle on the calendar gathering their strength

as summer weeps that it must say goodbye.

Ribbon water curls in blue question marks

asking autumn its time of arrival.

An exodus of feathered wings

waits for the call

to take flight

towards the

sun.

Image: The Lonely Cry-Ken Simm

Inspired by the photographic art of

Ken Simm for Real Toads

A Blogging Resurrection

2012-01-07T21:09:00.001-06:00

Kellie Elmore at Magic in the Backyard has introduced a fun project. It is to dig up seven posts from your archive and gather them in one post. It was also suggested you might like to share some insight on each piece with your readers.

So with a deep breath...Here are my seven.

Your first post: I had decided to jump in the blogging waters back in 2007. I hadn't started writing poetry at that time so it was more like a diary entry about a cruise I had just taken. Having so much fun came at a price. I came back coughing and sneezing. Appropriately I titled the entry Party Effects. Hope you have a fun reading it, and by all means don't catch a cold!

A post you enjoyed writing the most: This entry was one of my early poems. I had met an online friend and was chatting with her. Unfortunately I had drank a little too much wine. It had loosened my tongue and I was talking way too much. This poem I titled Wine Secrets is a mixture of confession and Dr. Seuss. Hope it brings a smile.

A poem that had a great discussion: I have written several that have received a fair amount of commentary, but the one that is closest to my heart and had the most touching responses is Mama I Miss You. My mother died in 2007 and suffered from Alzheimer's. It is such a tragic disease. I wrote the poem from my last visit with her before her death. The photograph was also the last one ever taken of my mother.

A post on someone else's blog that you wish you had written: I love Mama Zen's poetry blog another damn poetry blog. Each one of her writings is a treasure. I really can't pick a favorite. Take some time to read her work. I think you will be impressed and fall in love with her just as I have.

A post with a title that you are proud of: That would be my poem Our Side of Heaven. It just feels good to write about love and the precious bond it brings.

A post that you wish more people had read: My poem Tiny House. It is just because it means so much to me. The little house I was raised in was sold last spring. My parents owned it for 58 years. So much of my life goes back to that place in the country.

Photograph: Favim
Here's the link to Kellie's project suggestion:
A Blog Post Resurrection Party

Stench of Lies

2012-01-06T22:20:00.000-06:00

Your scent

crawls across

the dust

filling my nostrils

with its stench.

It reeks of lies

and the odor

of lust.

Your deceit

leaves a trail

from one

bedroom

to another.

You hurt

my child

with your

betrayal.

Her tears

are the blood

pouring from

her wounded

heart.

My claws are

drawn to

tear your

infidelity

To shreds.

Think not

you will

escape my

vengeance.

What a foolish

mistake to harm

the cub of

a lioness.

Photograph: desktopnexus.com

Ok- We were challenged by Fireblossom at Real Toads to show our inner animals.

This is just a short poem where I let go and showed my claws.

Fireblossom Friday #2 You Animal!

Child Sight

2012-01-06T01:59:00.000-06:00

to see as a child

remove the jaded glasses

life would have you wear

imagination

looks at ordinary things

with a child’s wonder

a child’s wide eyed dreams

are filled with impossible

doubt doesn’t blind them

1^st Photograph: Favim

2^nd Photograph: Jonathan Jungsuk Ahn

3^rd Photograph: Favim

Haiku My Heart

Umbrella Sunshine

2012-01-06T00:46:00.001-06:00

She walks in the rain

listening to others complain

as they make their dash

under lightening’s flash

that the day is so dreary

and how they grow weary

of endless days without sun.

She thinks oh how silly

their moods are so chilly

when yesterday they complained

of too many days without rain.

She is not amused

to have her ears so abused

by those who just wish to grumble.

For her the day is just grand

because of the sunshine in her hand,

a yellow umbrella with wings

that makes her heart sing.

Under it the sky is brighter

and her footsteps much lighter

as she walks with praise instead of complaint.

Image Credit:

Chance of Sunshine

Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 18

Bluebell Books

Love's Warmth

2012-01-05T16:34:00.000-06:00

Memories dance

in stained glass sunlight

comforting me

with their peace.

The warmth of love

has eased goodbye’s pain.

My heart given rebirth

from a stone of grief

into a song of freedom.

Photograph: dipity.com

Ella introduced the “art of assemblage” on Real Toads,

From the book ,Objects of Reflection, by Annie Lockheart.

My objects of reflection:

Milk glass vase-memories

Peace signs-peace

Butterfly-rebirth

Photographs-love

Window-stained glass

Bird-freedom

Her Heart in Metaphors

2012-01-03T23:24:00.000-06:00

She hid her heart

in metaphors

his logical mind

found too abstract.

The beauty of romantic expression

lost when he asked for a translation.

Photograph: Favim

The Same Bell

2012-01-01T23:38:00.000-06:00

The same bell

that chimes endings

will be rung to announce beginnings.

It is in the moments of the bell’s silence

we learn our survival skills.

Image Link: nmha

Love So New

2011-12-30T02:13:00.002-06:00

Our love so new

it has no footprints.

We stand in the

moment of its birth

not caring how

we got here.

Our souls intoxicated

with the dream

we will have

a tomorrow.

What blooms with fragrant hope, but the blessed petal of love?

Photograph: Susie Clevenger

Review and Anticipation

2011-12-28T15:45:00.000-06:00

so many tears fell

in this year of too much pain

a solemn review

writing my savior

my pen gave heartbreak a voice

healing poetry

anticipating

arrival of a new year

joy of brighter days

1^st Photograph: Stefano Pizetti

2^nd Photograph: Susie Clevenger

3^rd Photograph: Photobucket

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Review

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

I Lift My Glass to New Beginnings

2011-12-27T16:03:00.004-06:00

I stand at the end

of another year.

Beauty and grief

wrote their passages

across the three hundred

and sixty five days

now singing their swan song.

Let the new year begin

with its white pages

of expectation.

I shall unwrap its calendar

and write my resolutions

with a black pen.

Doubt shall not drop

its dark curtain upon

the dreams that

wait to become reality.

I lift my glass to new beginnings

pristine in their hope.

Tomorrow will not be judged

by the numbered yesterdays

falling around my feet.

My spirit reborn with determination

to turn my hesitancy into

confidence that this new year

will be MY year of success.

Image: Shari’s Designs

Poets United: The Poetry Pantry #81

Poet's United

Real Toads Prompt: "Ring out the old, ring in the new"
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Broken Norma Jean

2011-12-26T23:47:00.001-06:00

Her smile brilliant as the diamonds

that wound in serpentine sparkle

around her beautiful neck.

Hidden beneath glitter

named Marilyn was

the sadness of

a broken

Norma

Jean.

Photograph: Bert Stern

Magpie Tales: Mag 97

Magpie Tales

Poetry & Prose Magazine

2011-12-25T16:00:00.000-06:00

I was privileged to be part of Poetry & Prose Magazine
December 2011

Poetry & Prose Magazine December 2011

Publish at Calaméo or browse others.

Merry Christmas

2011-12-24T02:04:00.002-06:00

a yuletide listing

catalogues naughty or nice

santa is watching

a star lights the way

crystal illumination

miracle awaits

a christmas prayer

that love will cover the earth

the heart speaks amen

The Purple TreehousePhotographs: Favim

Haiku Heights Prompt #99: Christmas

Haiku Heights
The Purple Treehouse

Between Heartbeats

2011-12-22T16:53:00.002-06:00

My heart feels

your words

kiss me in the wind.

I cannot

release my soul

from your memory.

Between each

of my heartbeats

there is a lonely space.

Your name

rests on my lips.

I won’t speak goodbye.

Photograph: favim

Poet's United: The Poetry Pantry #80

Spirit

2011-12-22T00:52:00.003-06:00

she’s a free spirit

unbound by conventional

freedom her music

a joyful spirit

adversities nemesis

shines bright in darkness

loneliness retreats

when friendship holds out its hand

a spirit of love

Photographs: Favim

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Spirit

Sensational Haiku Wednesday
The Purple Treehouse
recuerda me corazon

Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess

Frostbite Flirtation

The Haiku Challenge Day #23 ~ Giving Them Her Joy

Cobalt Memory

Be Warned

The Haiku Challenge Day #22 ~ Movement in Dance

Seduction

The Haiku Challenge Day #21 ~ Dedication

Volcanic Silver Lining

The Haiku Challenge Day #20 ~ Imagination - History

Clapboard Monument

The Haiku Challenge Day #19 ~ The Joy of Seasons

The Haiku Challenge Day #18 ~ The Bones of Famine

A Hero Fighting Shadows

This is Home

The Haiku Challenge Day #17 ~ And She Waits

Haiku Touch of Spring

The Haiku Challenge Day #16 ~ Sin

The Haiku Challenge Day #15 ~ Mud Puddle Rainbows

Devotion

The Haiku Challenge Day #14 ~ A Day of Valentines

Death of Prejudice

The Haiku Challenge Day #13 ~ To Be A Child Again

New World Creative Union

Feline Warrior

The Haiku Challenge # 12 ~ The Sunshine of Butterflies

Stained Glass Spin (Inspired by Patti Smith’s Dancing Barefoot)

The Door

The Haiku Challenge Day #11 ~ The Gift of Sight

The Haiku Challenge Day #10 ~ Innocent Promise

Elephants on Strings

The Haiku Challenge Day # 9 ~ Padlocked

The Haiku Challenge Day #8~This Above All

Stone of Dreams

The Haiku Challenge Day #7~Jewel of Hope

The Haiku Challenge Day #6~Thoughts

Faithful Watch

The Drink of Wine Lips

The Haiku Challenge Day #5 ~ Acrostic Haiku

The Haiku Challenge Day #4 ~ The Flip Side of Emotions

Just One More

The Haiku Challenge Day #3 - Wisdom of Age

A Mockingbird Sings

The Haiku Challenge Day #2 ~ A Mother's Touch

The Haiku Challenge Day # 1 ~ Keynote Memories

Perfect Poet Award, Week 61/Glory of Chilbirth

Discord

Drought Robbed Him

Silhouettes

The Fingerprint of Your Voice

Interview With Susie Clevenger, Laundry Goddess!

Shiny Bite of Forbidden

Crimson In Gray

Into The Wind

Feathers Appear Twice

Equine Dreams

TipToe

Drowning in Questions

Tanaga ~ Censorship

Emotic Stares

And Now It's Spring

Amphitrite’s Sacrifice

History Raped by Progress

Goodbye to Burlesque

Sharp Edges of Vanity

Uncertainty's Palms

Photo Credit: pareeerica'sThe Thursday Think Tank # 80Poets United

Abandoned Tree

Alone

My Land of Oz

All Around Wonderful

Summer Weeps

A Blogging Resurrection

Stench of Lies

Child Sight

Umbrella Sunshine

Love's Warmth

Her Heart in Metaphors

The Same Bell

Love So New

Photo Credit: pareeerica's

The Thursday Think Tank # 80
Poets United