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

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Burn Me Into Ashes of Light

Why can’t it be the moon
shapeshifting into joy
and not my body doomed
to fang and claws by its light?

Tied to this cursed lycanthropy
I howl at the twilight orb
in a macabre sonnet of death.

I am a nightmare stalking prey
who believe my yellow sight
is a dream open eyes can escape.

Teeth sharpened by hunger’s growl
I tear flesh from bone surrendering
to the animal blaspheme has made me.

When daybreak begins to shutter the moon,
agony breaks in beads of remorse across my brow
transforming from wolf into humanity.

Falling to my knees I speak
a prayer to the morning,
“Sun please rise and never set;
torch this darkness I’ve become
and turn its shadow
into blessed ashes of light!

©Susie Clevenger 2013

 I wrote this for Izy's challenge at Real Toads where she prodded us to approach Iconic monsters with either a light of flattery or sympathy. I hope this draws sympathy for a werewolf. :)

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Monday, October 28, 2013

What If ...

“O for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts!” ~ John Keats

fills my mind
with the longing
of what if….

My world within
sees your hands
spark the blush
pinking my skin….

But I live in winter
where hands never reach….

 ©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Anywhere Without Roots

So many train songs
drip tears from her guitar
under a smoke stained
neon moon.

Long ago she left behind
what couldn’t last because
picket fences don’t ride
steel tracks bound for
anywhere without roots.

Pain always writes better songs
and her dreams without a chance
fueled a guitar case full of them.

Singing heartbreak to the choir,
she watches another city
wind down the clock to the bottom
of an empty beer bottle.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Summer's Stained Glass

Connected to the divine,
flowers move in a wind dance
raising petals in praise
for the season of blooming. 

Anointed with beauty
their graceful movement
testifies the glory of color
in their garden temple.

Caught in summer’s stained glass
blossoms grace sunlit days,
wooing eyes to celebrate the gift of escape
for vision harried by worry’s intrusion.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Fragile Mortality

With silent butterfly wings
time takes flight across the universe
stealing moments from life
to fill its eternal collection plate
with fragile mortality.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Autumn ~ Tanka

I felt autumn’s breath
brush my cheek,
a soft kiss of leaves
pirouetting from limbs
soon to be barren.


Gold rained from dark limbs
in a wind song of autumn’s ending.
Their rustling sonata performed
beneath a blue sky waiting
for winter to ice the clouds.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Friday, October 18, 2013

Only A Frosted Season

Breathing blue sky in ice
I wander the frozen cavern of chance
searching for reasons.

Answers trail footprints
through my thoughts,
but the winds of circumstance
swallow me in its blizzard.

My quest for why loses its appeal
as I embrace the beauty
of snowflake moments
falling around me.

Each day is unique.
Time never repeats itself.
Winter is only a frosted season
preparing me for the joy of spring.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Hannah offered the beauty of the Mendenhall Ice Caves in Juneau, Alaska as inspiration for our writings. 

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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Grabbing Crowns

“When you care enough”…..
lovely sales pitch
to guilt consumers
into purchasing
overpriced sentiments…

Pick it right…
Pack it tight…

Grabbing crowns to fill boxes
will find the overly conscientious
on the bottom of the totem pole.

Accuracy is a numbers game
others can fail if their nose
sniffs up the right tree.

“If you care enough”
goes unrewarded.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

 I was an order filler for Hallmark cards in the 70's. I had great accuracy and no customer complaints. One year I made one mistake that was found by the auditors and the next only two. My supervisor called me in to talk about my job performance and chastised me for making two mistakes. Of course there were a host of fillers making more than two errors per month, sometimes even more than that  a week, but they never got read the riot act served to me.  I didn't kiss...well you know what I mean. 
Mama Zen had us celebrating National Bosses Day...

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

IndieVengeance Day ~ Saturday, October 12, 2013

I am excited and proud to announce a unique gathering of indie authors in Dallas Texas, Saturday October 12, 2013. Thanks to the hard work of author, Amber Jerome-Norrgard, indie authors from around the world will join for a once in a lifetime book signing event. I am excited and proud to announce a unique gathering of indie authors in Dallas Texas, Saturday October 12, 2013. Thanks to the hard work of author, Amber Jerome-Norrgard, indie authors from around the world will join for a once in a lifetime book signing event.

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Instinct Shamed By Artificial

My call of the wild
silenced by walls
where spoiling
has reduced my voice
to a pampered purr.

I stalk a cloth bird
filled with inedible
shaming instinct
with artificial.

Bored with domesticity
I rake my claws on any surface
to sharpen frustration,
and stare at freedom
beyond dusty glass.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

I have two loved and spoiled cats. I rescued the male cat, Bindi Lu, from right outside my door when a neighbor moved away and abandoned it. The female, Neytiri, I adopted from an organization that rescues cats. When I see them looking out the window, I imagined them to have thoughts at times where they wish they could run away. Well, at least until the next meal. :)

Peggy over at Real Toads has doing animal talk. :)

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Monday, October 7, 2013

Melancholy's Tea

steeps its
tea in tears.
My mind
wishes to sip
from its cup,
but my spirit
urges, rejoice.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Deaf From The Unspoken

Goodbye left boxes
stuffed with collected life.

So many were labeled mine or his,
with little set aside as ours.

I sat sorting through
the years of what we were
and cried for what we never became.

Silence created separate islands
where both of us prayed for rescue,
but neither asked for help.

Deaf from the blare of the unspoken,
we lived in a house that rarely felt like a home.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

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