Moonwalk Through Insomnia


She walks barefoot across the moon,

her toes curled into visions

plucked from insomnia’s madness,

and poetry’s blood ink channeling secrets.

A collector of shadows, notes left

in the gray wool of a stormy sky,

she folds words into origami sails

trusting night to carry them safely

through the river of eyes.  

©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Sunday Muse #214


qbit said…
Such a great contrast between the two poems!
Carrie Burtt said…
"She folds words into origami sails" that is gorgeous Susie and the feelings here truly touch the reader. Beautiful my friend.
Truedessa said…
Love the opening line in the first one, it really sets the tone nicely. I always enjoy your poetry.
Marion Horton said…
Love your images, Susie. The shadowy notes, floating, waiting to become poems.
Helen said…
How lovely, Susie ... 'she folds words into origami sails' melted my heart. Sail away, Sail away.