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

Monday, October 31, 2011

The Perils of a Typewriter

My hands
speak poetry
through keys beneath
my fingers,
a hesitant tapping
striving to record
thoughts without error.
Musings flow
in inked revelation
within electric margins
on the pristine white paper
collecting my words.
With each keystroke
I speak a prayer
that the verses will not
meet my editor,
a metal trash can sitting
at my feet.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Magpie Tales Prompt # 89


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Sunday, October 30, 2011


yes a simple word
complicated by secrets
ghosts haunt with the truth

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Photobucket
Haiku Heights Prompt: Ghosts

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Indian Summer

golden moments
painted by frosty brush,
welcomes Indian summer’s

warm days
tease they will stay,
orange leaves gather sunlight,
their burnt joy blowing in the wind
for hours

an old
barn leaning
into fall’s final heat,
sits abandoned in copper waves
of grass

the sky
is filled with calls
of birds migrating south,
their wings flapping in unison

only moments
from making its entrance,
waits in the northern sky to be

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Picture Prompt: Autumn in October

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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Child's Touch

peace in a child’s touch
calms the spirit of a beast
love overcomes fear

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Photobucket
Written for Haiku My Heart

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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Ashen Moon

an ashen moon roams
through skeleton trees hoping
to scare the timid

human feet stir leaves
their rustle breaking silence
the moon hunts its prey

with ghostly smile
it shines upon its target
stabbing with its light

hiding place exposed
fear gathers strength to take flight
escape uncertain

the dark moon chases
a frightened heart in the night
with ghoulish pleasure.

cat and mouse a game
delighting the lunar orb
until night’s ending

the sun rises with
with chastisement in its rays
for the cruel moon

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Photobucket
Prompt: Scary


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a young mind a sponge
always soaking in knowledge
careful what you teach

©Susie Clevenger
Photograph: Photobucket
Haiku Heights Prompt # 91: Sponge

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Where Fantasy Begins

I climb imagination’s limbs
to where fantasy begins,
somewhere over the rainbow.

There are witches on brooms,
fairies sitting on mushrooms,
and spiders that talk.

I see a fairy princess,
watch a puppet’s nose grow inches,
speak wishes upon a star.

A beanstalk grows tall,
Alice shrinks so small,
a dish runs away with a spoon.

I hear four and twenty blackbirds sing,
discover who is lord of the ring,
hope jack can jump over the candlestick.

A kiss turns a toad into a prince.
voices sing a song of sixpence,
the monkey chased the weasel.

With a book in my hands
I can travel to far lands
while never leaving my tree top perch.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Where Imagination Begins by susie-clevenger 

Blue Bell Books

I was honored and humbled to receive Bluebell books tribute author for week 13, Wednesday November 9, 2011, and recipient of  the Thursday Writer's Block Award. 

Also shared at Gooseberry Garden
Poetry Picnic Week 21: Children's stories, Riddles, Counting Songs, and Rhyming lyrics for young kids

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Broken Fairytale

Lavender scents the air
bringing memories
of a honey colored sky
smiling down upon us
as we lay entwined
on a blanket of moss.
I can still see the red wildflowers
blooming in a lover’s bouquet
at our feet.
Enchantment so perfect in its innocence
hypnotized us with forever.

Years have torn their way
across the universe leaving
 jagged scars.
The music of our heartbeats
remains as a bittersweet
song in my spirit.
I remember the beautiful days
of fairytale romance,
 but now live the reality
of its unhappy ending.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Prompt: Free Write Friday


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Monday, October 24, 2011

Sensory Overkill

Surrounded by concrete and brick,
a jungle filled with roaring engines,
pedestrians and flashing lights
I am inundated

~with sensory overkill~

I stare out the windows
wondering if this small town girl
can live in a place
that is never quiet.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Photograph: Lee Friedlander, from America by Car
 Picture Prompt: Magpie Tales 88
Poem form Puente
Prompt: Imaginary Toads
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Friday, October 21, 2011

Tree Limb Cradle

a tree limb cradle
rocks nature’s child in dreamland
slumbering panda

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Haiku My Heart
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Musty Painted Muse

This musty, paint splattered room my muse.
I stare into its shadows seeing images
to feed words from my mind to paper.

Imagination runs its fingers along the dark patterns,
feeling the tales they want written,
Broken hearts, death, joy raise goose bumps on my skin.

Melancholy crawls from the corner
crying red tears through my thoughts.
Sadness rises from rhymes and meter.

A red dawn sunrise shines across mountains.
The morning speaks of love sonnets,
a crimson flourish drawing hearts through verse.

Death wails among splatters,
a life taken by a murderer’s  hand.
Dark communication pours from black ink.

My muse, an abandoned building
sitting on a dying city street,
unconventional, glorious…I listen when it speaks.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Unsettling Playthings

permanent smiles
rise from pink painted lips
the glassy eyes stare unblinking,
frozen limbs poised,

tea parties held
with stuffed bears attending,
make believe mimicking real life,
tiny teacups

strangely absent,
a playroom sits empty
of little girls and little boys,
plastic playmates

across the floor
stir imagination
to believe a doll took a breath
and a glass eye
to wink

motivates feet
to search for an escape
 from the small, unsettling playthings
a door opens

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Photobucket
Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge: Stephen King Quotes
“Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.” 

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Squawking Lake

The squawking lake
birthed  majestic
feathered ducklings.
Protected and pampered
they spent their
days in a sapphire Eden.

But deception lurked
along the lake’s shores.
The lake was not paradise.
It was a water farm
where harvest meant death.
The duckling’s destiny
was the oil of a boiling pot.

Pastoral tranquility melted
into the noise of a city market
where the ducklings were hung
as trophies to sate human’s
appetite for the taste of duck soup.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Prompt: Mag 87

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snowflakes falling,
a diamond comforter
covering a slumbering woods
with white

the moon
shivers behind the clouds watching
flurries dance with the wind
in a crystal

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Poet form: Mirror Cinquain
First Stanza: Cinquain: 2 4 6 8 2
Second Stanza: Reverse Cinquain: 2 8 6 4 2


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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Reality Wake Me

I stand
plucking petals
a childish game of hope,
does he love me or does he not,
self induced heartbreak consuming
my thoughts, my emotions,  
wake me

©Susie Clevenger

Poetic form:
Butterfly Cinquain-a 9-line stanza with a syllabic pattern 2 4 6 8 2 8 6 4 2
Sunday Prompt from:

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Hated Hunger

I hear his voice
playing in my head
like some damn
button stuck on rewind.
I wish to erase it
while hoping
to never forget its sound.

Why can’t I let go?
Betrayal, a broken heart
should have me
begging an exorcism
to remove every trace
of him from me.
Yet I sit here
hungry for his touch
on my skin.

My arms cold ,
starving appendages
beg to hold him
and feel his warmth.
Oh, that I could kiss his lips
to remove the goodbye
from them.

I hate the hunger
consuming me.
I have tasted
the bitter herbs
of his lies.
There should be anger
not this longing
to crawl into his embrace.

Gods, goddesses,
stars, the moon,
whatever heaven
will send to purge
him from my heart,
please do it now.
I am weary of daylight smiles
that drown in nights of tears.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Poetry Picnic Wk9 :Longing, Loss, Losing and Failures
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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Vibrant Blooming

vibrant blooming
the sun captured in petals
to shine upon hearts

the hallelujah
of nature’s flowered chorus
heard within the soul

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Susie Clevenger
Haiku Heights Prompt # 90: Vibrant

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Golden Retreat

the autumn princess
captures summer’s last sunlight
to guide the monarch

their golden retreat
from the chill of shorter days
breath taking beauty

©Susie Clevenger 2011

haiku my heart
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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Eyes of Innocence

eyes of innocence
unclouded pools of promise
seeing life without restraint
touch my jaded heart
with hope life can be reborn
from my apathy

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Celebrate Autumn

summer memories
lie upon autumn’s carpet
soon to disappear

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the golden landscape
kissed by nature’s frosted lips
shines in full glory

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the sun bids farewell
to its golden companion
fall weeps brittle tears

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photographs: Photobucket
Haiku My Heart


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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Game of Chance

life a game of chance
bet on the impossible
why risk any less

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Haiku Heights Prompt: Impossible

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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Versatile Blogger Award

I would like to thank Tigerbrite for kindly nominating me for this award.

Here are my nominations for bloggers that I enjoy reading their work. There are so many the list would be endless so I chose a few for now. I am sure once you are introduced to them you will enjoy their work also. 

I have been married for 41 years.
I have two beautiful, talented daughters.
I live in the state of Texas in the United States.
I am a huge fan of blues music.
I became a serious blogger the end of 2009.
I am allergic to shellfish.
I love to laugh.

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Mistakes Haunt

moonlight dreams
scurry on cloud wings
across midnight sky.

the trees outside
framed windows
eerily silent.

mistakes haunt
a restless mind,
their claws tearing serenity.

a question unanswered
tumbles from numb lips,
can I be forgiven?

shadows deepen,
regret enshrouds,
tomorrow she will know.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Of Words Unspoken

Sitting together voices silent,
but language is spoken
by the touch of your body next to mine,
I love you in tender discourse
by arms pulling me closer.

Contented sighs released
from deep within
tell of heart’s peace
in loving companionship
cocooned within our intimacy.

Communication is not only
in verbal expression.
The body speaks
to a heart that listens,
a beautiful articulation
of words unspoken.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 OSI Prompt 188: Language

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Monday, October 3, 2011

Daydreams in Neon

Naani poetry: 4 lines, a total syllable count of 20-25, is not bound to any subject

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Last Moments Before Goodbye

These are the
last moments
before goodbye.

My hand clutches
the air, trying
to pull time backwards.

I spent too much time
ignoring tomorrow
would come.

Let me look into your eyes,
remember how love
looked beyond my failures.

My lips seek yours
to taste the delicacy
of restrained passion.

Put your arms around me,
enfold me with your strength,
leave your perfume on my skin.

I feel your heart next to mine,
taking each beat into my soul
to give me life when you are gone.

I hear the clock ticking it is time.
The sun has grown dimmer.
Lonely has already arrived.

Tears pour down my face.
Tomorrow has crossed the threshold.
This is the last moment before goodbye.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Saturday, October 1, 2011


silent lips speak love
a kiss your heart’s messenger
my answer is yes

©Susie Clevenger 2011


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