Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess

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

Wednesday, September 19, 2018


I feel the sidewalk
burn its direction
into my shoes.

One foot in front
of the other until
I reach cubicle.

I am funneled
into walls where
the same answers speak.

My mind grows smaller
beneath the florescent sun while
my spirit begs for wings to escape glass.

Outside the black and white
laurel points toward the mountain
where days don’t tick to dollar signs.

Revelation roots deeper into the tea leaves.
I’ve seen every sign, but still lost my way,
collecting wants isn’t feeding what I need.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Friday, September 7, 2018

I Am the Penny

"Girl on the Boat"   by William Oxer

I am the penny
for your thoughts,
an insignificant beggar
asking to enter
your dreams.

I watch the summer day
drift through your eyes
on blue waves, and wonder
if it is rescue you seek
or to sail the dark side
of the moon.

Curiosity is a hungry bird
nested on my tongue…
Forgive me for begging
entrance into your silence.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Without Wings

You will fly,
leave me to
defy the gravity
I pace.

Oh, to be a bird,
a heart not bound
by ink to pen freedom,
but a spirit in communion
with the sky.

Fill my eyes with wings.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Wind and Wing

Spring found me tabled
at critique and question.

I didn’t fit their norm.
They didn’t fit my unique.

They: I can’t see inside your head.
Me: I can’t dream outside your rhyme.

There wasn’t much left after the ink and smudge
so I folded my poem into a butterfly and
and set it free to fly their wind.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

To make it clear I am not opposed to critique of my work. I appreciate words that help me grow, improve my writing. This spring I found myself at a poetry workshop in the center of pick a part. I understand at times people don't get me. That's fine. I've looked at some of my work and didn't get me either. lol Oh well, I should look at the bright side....with all the blackout of my poems, they found poetry. :) 

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Friday, August 17, 2018


You loved me with brush strokes
and bright colors then housed me
in rooms without mirrors.

Spoon fed vanity from a poet’s tongue
I meditated on your verses until I understood
beauty is best reflected through the charity of the heart.

©Susie Clevenger

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Sunday, July 15, 2018

Send ~ Tricube

sends its dust
to the west

in ochre 
infused clouds

complaints sung
through the nose

romance sends
its flower
to blossom

in fertile
pining ground
of heartsick

the pruning
no requires

please do not
send love notes
to litter

my mailbox
with pink heart

is the fruit
on my tongue

©Susie Clevenger 2018

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Friday, July 13, 2018


Toril Fisher Fine Art

Maidens of spring
sit on my windowsill
in mason jar memorials.

For every blossom I cut
another clings to its stem
as long as the sun allows.

Hello and goodbye commune
through the glass as peonies
defy the storming of seasons.

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