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."

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Without Sun ~


I wish there was more blue

in the sky outside my window
because gray flannel is so dull

and I’m weary of crows
gathering on my walls
in a murder of shadows.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Real Toads Fussy Little Forms ~ Cherita
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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Breathing in Exclamations

"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."
~  Emily Dickinson

To let the heart beat in dread
because shadows dine on doom
is like never lighting a candle
to preserve its wick.

I want to live where laughter
rests on lips eager to smile,
and music invites me to dance
even when I’m too weak to stand.

I am a mere dandelion among stars,
a windblown gypsy who finds home
on a window quilted with oak and moon,
an inkless poem breathing in exclamations.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Inspired by Emily Dickinson


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Sunday, September 23, 2018

A Pisces Swimming in Purple


Evening spills wine from
the sun’s vineyard in purple haze
across the western sky.
The mulberry robe of queens
gathers the last threads of daylight
and walks regally into the stars.

I think of my own birthstone, February’s amethyst,
as the moon appears on her throne, and wonder
how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone
when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections.
Oh, there is so much to question, and so little to truly understand.
I am a Pisces swimming in purple trusting I’ll find a way to rise where I fall.



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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Revelation


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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