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

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Autumnus Mortem

Orange crumbled into brown
until October couldn’t
breathe beyond the frost.

Death’s autumn carnival
surrendered its tent
to the north wind.

Sunlight stares at matchstick limbs
and imagines splashes of green, robins’ nests,
and tulip colors painting earth’s breast.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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Monday, October 24, 2016

Answer Night

Photo ~ Ziegfeld Girl ~ Alfred Cheney Johnston

Answer night-
Where is the dream-
Where is the sigh-
Where is the nightingale?

Ah, said night-
Where is the beam-
Where is the cry-
Where is the sun’s sail?

Whining sapphire, said the sun-
Where is the rainbow-
Where is tomorrow’s heart-
Where is the morning glory?

Siblings, said the morning glory-
Where is destiny’s bower-
Where is the gift of hours-
Where is love given sight?
Here-said Cupid’s arrow-

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Where Music Lost My Name

"That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door."
Knockin' On Heaven's Door ~ Bob Dylan

The drum’s drummin’
the trumpet’s playin’
The choir opens its hymnal
to the page where music lost my name.

I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door,
but the Holy Ghost won’t use his key.

There’s a whole lot of damnin’
in the preacher’s hollow hallelujah.
Wine pourin’ from an unholy glass
into the test I couldn’t pass.

Another chorus of Hell Can Have Her
rocks the blood stained revival.

A long black cloud is writing my name.
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door,
but the Holy Ghost won’t use his key.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Tulsa Oklahoma's Tulsa University Helmerich Center for American Research will permantly house a 6,000 + Bob Dylan Collection. Once it is archived it will be available for public viewing. 

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Boneyard Of Procrastination

A tea stained sunset
peers through my window
at a desk littered with frantic.

Each book, paper, magazine
held its priority for the brief second
it took me to place it among
mismatched intentions.                                

As shadows claim another day
I stare at the boneyard of procrastination
and my eyes fill with tears of answered prayers.

Tomorrow, my spirit sings tomorrow.
Fear ceases to bully hope.
The mess scattered before me
no longer is the altar where
agony built its nest.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Bright Apple Cider Days

Oh October, you like to tease,
dress in bright apple cider days
painted orange, red, and yellow.

When I converse with you I ignore the signs
of the browning to come; the bleak bones
you will leave to tattoo blue sky.

Walking through your rattle whispers
I pretend winter can’t freeze your
swaying dance or drain the festival from your cheeks.

October, we are spirit sisters dressed
in sun flames collecting moments
ice can never steal or dull into lead penciled memories.  

©Susie Clevenger 2016

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Friday, October 7, 2016

My Left Of Center Bleeding Heart

I’m going to polish my left of center bleeding heart,
pocket protect my copy of the Constitution,
and wade through tea-bag hallucinations
in my sensible suffragette shoes.

I won’t be dressing up to be dressed down
by words from a misogynist's lips.
Feminine energy sits on the scales
and the walls of the boy’s club are starting to crack.

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Bits Of The Moon

Bits of the moon fall
from a chalkboard sky
into cupped hands
eager to store wonder
in mason jars.

Giggles feed heaven
into glass as eyes twinkle
with firefly reflections.

Imagination, uninhibited
sees God in light bearing wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Image created with anaRasha Brush (Shadows 2)
Canning Jar Photoshop Brushes by iamthetv
MB Firefly Brush by Morgan Burks

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