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

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Pencil Shavings

I gather words from infinity
into a moment where a heightened
sense of failure plays its metronome allegro.
I feel as if the William Tell Overture
is galloping through my brain
and I am standing still among vocabulary
shaving lead from a pencil
too weary to reach the finish line.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



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Two Poems Go Back To School

The View from Granite


I felt the sting of love
when death took your
light from my eyes.

Denial became my altar,
the kneeling place where
I held your voice against my heart.

Slowly, painfully I climbed
a mountain of days dragging
the chains of your absence.

Life cannot see through granite
or love grow where the daisies wilt.
Spring melted my winter with memories.

You are there in the tulips we planted,
the torn screen you promised to fix,
your favorite cup that holds my coffee.

Tears still come, but they don’t consume.
I laugh more; dance to our favorite song;
see tomorrow as another step beyond your grave.

©Susie Clevenger 2015



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My Dreams Are Pulled Threads


I will never write myself
with another’s words.
or thumbtack my destiny
to a starless night.

My dreams are the pulled threads
of being me when voices scratch
at the reflection greeting me in the mirror.

There is no great challenge in being different.
It simply takes breath and trust you can
follow your own direction. 

©Susie Clevenger 2015


Inspired by the students at Ladysmith High School 

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Vodka Rain

You burn your dreams
on the tip of your tongue.
and swallow vodka until
you swim in excuses.

I grow weary of trying
to be your sunlight.

When the next storm arrives
I won’t be your umbrella.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Monday, September 14, 2015

Chewed Ice of Your Skin

I chewed through the ice
of your skin only to find
I can never be warm
in your delusions.

You sing of fate as if
random was the lying
stepchild of inevitable.

We are not “meant to be.”

The scent of sex is our
only connection... lonely,
breast feeding on available
until our spines can support
the weight of leaving.

Drink more wine to sweeten goodbye.

We are two ships crashed
upon concrete who will
never find enough moonlight
to fill our sails.

Let the exit door be your epiphany.


©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Friday, September 11, 2015

Two Faced Words

Two faced words chew my palm
damning my do, goading my don’t.

Naked verse climbs the shadows
of the devil’s temptation and I spin
in the lusting until hell kicks
me to the other side of my mind.

My keyhole pupils reflect star field hallucinations
where a pen whores itself for adoration
while a raven plucks midnight from my vocal chords.

Heartbreak falls in marble dust across my pillow
and I breathe nightmares through tar lungs
scorched from burning a candle at both ends.

“Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?”

©Susie Clevenger 2015



Ending quote is from Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics

Sorry Mama Zen I went over 80 words.
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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Ionbha'


The Thames bows my back
with echoes breeding from mist.

Forlorn and love sick do their
dance of bones among the silt
stretched across the river’s belly.

I strain between tear and smile
wishing no offense, but the pungent
smell of despair offends my nostrils.

Why did joy bring me to the river’s edge
to dip my toes in death?

I hear night wrapped wheels whir above my head.
Life presses a gas pedal to reach the speed of escape.

I am alone, an empath shredded by all they left behind.

©Susie Clevenger 2015


  
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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Sylvia and Wings



“Is there no way out of the mind?” ― Sylvia Plath

I cup the quiet in my palm;
feed it imperfect thoughts,
and wait for dreams
to grow from incapable.

Where is the good witch,
red sequined shoes,
a thrice repeated wish
to take me out of my mind?

Tomorrow is the butterfly I chase.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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