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

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Absence


drying dead roses
as haunting as your absence
love’s bloom now ashen

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a single tear fell
grief for only a moment
i will not miss you
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appetite suppressed
now lonely dining for one
your absence consuming


©Susie Clevenger 2011

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Absence
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Grit of Sanded Days



Tiny grains
of my life
pour through
time’s fingers,
the grit
of sanded days
covering another
birthday.
Why pine
for younger years
with its dark stains
of immaturity?
I celebrate
wisdom’s creases
marking my skin,
and the reality
there are mistakes
I won’t be making
again.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Photograph: Google Images
Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 15

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Monday, November 28, 2011

Red Fabric Silence



Alone,
tattered beauty
now seating for homeless;
upholstery hiding secrets
in red fabric
silence.

Comfort
for the broken
living in a nightmare
of hunger and cardboard housing,
while blessed view it
garbage.

Concrete
reality cries,
“Please don’t let me die here.”
Humanity gives its answer
with resounding
silence.


©Susie Clevenger
Photograph: Christine Donnier-Valentin
 Magpie Tales Photo Prompt # 93

                                               
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Sunday, November 27, 2011

Love's Oblivion


the world gone silent
secluded in joined heartbeats
love’s oblivion


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011
Free Write Friday Photo Prompt



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Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thoughts of a Child


silent reflection
what does innocence ponder
i pray it’s not pain

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dreams wait at bedtime
she thinks about butterflies
and a girl with wings

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is this the right door
alice ponders her escape
playing hide and seek


©Susie Clevenger
 Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Ponder


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Monday, November 21, 2011

Mama I Miss You



Mama I sat and looked at you
wanting to scream
please remember me,
come back from that
horrible land of unknowing.
Your tears broke my heart
as you looked at me
not recognizing my face.


I couldn’t help you find home again.
It was a place in your mind
where I could not travel.
Today was not real to you.
You were lost in the past.


I didn’t know that September day
would be the last time
I would hear your voice
or hold your hand,
feel your arms around me.


Mama I miss you.
Sometimes I feel like
that little girl 
you were searching for,
wanting you to kiss my forehead
and tell me everything will be fine.

©Susie Clevenger 2011



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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Our Side of Heaven


I want to lie with you
on our side of heaven,
drifting among clouds
of secrets spoken in kisses.
A place where the sun
shines from your smile
and rain falls
in laughter teardrops.
I wish to feel the thunder
of your heart beating against mine
when passion’s storm engulfs us.
Our side of heaven is you and I
wrapped in love’s arms
in tender moments of seclusion.

©Susie Clevenger
 Mag 92
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Blind Hearts


Star crossed lover's
cannot see;
their vision impaired
by blind hearts.

Romance walks
with white cane
across a field 
of questions,
tapping against
truth to avoid it.

Reality tries
to shine its light,
but denial keeps
the blindfolds tight
with satin lies.

The lover's excuse
their incompatibility 
by saying love is blind,
when in actuality
it is simply
they refuse to see.


©Susie Clevenger 2011
Carry on Tuesday Prompt: Love is blind, and lovers cannot see


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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Pieces of Springtime



pieces of springtime
captured in an antique urn
winter blues retreat


©Susie Clevenger 2011
Haiku Heights Prompt: Urn
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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Meditate


i greet the morning
hands raised in meditation
my spirit gives thanks

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earth and man as one
meditate on unity
two forces in peace

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the body suffers
envision pain receding
meditate with faith

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Meditate
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Monday, November 14, 2011

Pillowkins


Loneliness retreated
from the heart
 of a little girl named Anna
when imagination
climbed between
the pillows of her bed.
Nestled in their percale home
a tiny family named Pillowkins
came to life at bedtime.

Papa, Mama, Stitches, and Lace
greeted her as soon
as the lights were turned out.
There were giggles and whispers
as the tiny troop climbed Feather Mountain
to slide down golden hair strands
into Anna’s hand.

Anna’s freckled, chubby face
lost all the sorrow of being picked on
and beamed under the spell
of her nighttime friends.
Secrets she must keep in the daylight
didn’t matter under the glow
of a nightlight moon.

The small family was always delighted
to be the guests of their young friend.
Gathered under fantasy’s canopy
they played in the light of Anna’s smile.
There were adventure rides on buttons,
swims in laughter’s tears,
and twirling rides on ribbons.

The Pillowkins stayed with her
until Anna’s yawns and heavy eyelids
told them slumber was near.
With whispered goodbyes
she placed them back in their
home between her pillows.
The family waited until Anna fell asleep
and then gathered in their doorway
to watch over her until morning.

©Susie Clevenger 2011


This was from my childhood.
 My imagination birthed the Pillowkins.
Prompt: Poetry Picnic Week 13
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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Empty Chairs



This is supposed to be my field of dreams,
brown grass filled with empty chairs?
I pour words through the funnel of my soul
praying someone will hear me;
will understand my poet’s spirit exhaling poetry.
My words go unopened, unread,
a black alphabet speaking in muted voice.

Hopelessness taunts from the shadows,
but I won’t succumb.
I cling to my drowning dream.
Surely someone will come sit among my poems,
feel the words that my muse has birthed from me.
The universe is too vast for my verses
to not break through the silence.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Prompt: Magpie Tales 91
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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Love Turned to Seed


love ends.
its blossoming
once glorious lies burnt.
a summer flower turned to seed
hoping to bloom
again.


©Susie Clevenger 2011
OSI Prompt: The summer flower has run to seed
The first line of John Clare's poem Autumn

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Rub a Dub Dub Escape in a Tub



Rub a dub dub
a woman sought escape in her tub.
She soaked in an ocean of bubbles
reflecting on a list of her troubles.
At the top of the list was a man
who stole al l her money and ran.
She couldn’t believe she was so smitten
that in the end she would be bitten
by a slithering snake in the grass
who was nothing but a lying ass.
It was a hard lesson to learn
she didn’t have money to burn,
but the bubbles did their magic
she realized her life was not that tragic.
The stupid man had left the keys to his car
she knew that he couldn’t get far.
Rub a dub dub
the woman smiles in her tub
at the idiot’s lack of brain
as she stuffs his keys down the drain.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Picture Prompt for Short Story Slam Week 14
Bluebell Books
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Poet's Obsession



i stay awake nights
writing reading erasing
poet’s obsession




©Susie Clevenger 2011
Painting: Lady Writing by a Window
by Georg Freidrich Kersting
Haiku Heights Prompt: Obsession

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Friday, November 11, 2011

Ice Rose


an ice adorned rose
blooms a summer memory
to warm winter’s heart


©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Favim-source unknown

Haiku My Heart
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Master of Her Fate



A girl tired of fairytales
where beauty was always the winner,
decided to be master of her own fate.

She spoke a spell in the air
to hoodwink a prince,
and waited for him to find her.

She giggled at rumors
a prince was searching for a princess,
but he was having no luck.

He saw beauties too tall
and beauties too small.
There was a parade of too fat and too thin.

The King and Queen were losing hope
the palace would ever see a grandchild
if their son did not find a wife soon.

The Queen was so distraught
she moaned within the girl’s hearing,
“How do you know a real princess?”

Taking her pen the girl wrote
an anonymous letter to the queen.
A pea and mattresses would reveal a true princess.

Knowing the Queen’s tender heart
that couldn’t see anyone suffer,
the girl watched the sky for rain.

Knocking at the palace door
looking more like a drowned kitten than girl
she asked if she might come in out of the storm.

The Queen’s heart fluttered.
The note without a name
spoke of a girl who would arrive in the rain.
  
She ordered the servants deliver dry clothes,
and whispered, “Bury a pea
in piles of mattresses in the guest bedroom.”

The next morning the Queen inquired,
“How did you sleep?”
The girl replied, “Not well. The bed had a lump.”

Ecstatic the Queen shouted,
“Bring me the prince at once!
I have found the real princess!”

Two weeks later the girl married the prince.
She stood smiling at her success and stated,
“If you want to live a fairy tale life, just devise a plan for it.”


©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Favim-Source Unknown
Real Toads picture prompt: Un-Fairytales

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Fleeting Memory


fleeting memory
for a moment she knew me
i watched her forget


©Susie Clevenger 2011
(My mother had Alzheimer's )
Prompt: Fleeting

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Huddled Companionship


feathered embracing
a huddled companionship
fighting winter chill

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Monday, November 7, 2011

Library of Confliction


Identical in features,
opposite in perception,
one believes an omen
to foretell of coming good,
the other believes an omen
to foretell coming doom.
The pair of breathing bookends
is a library of confliction.
If wondering if a particular occurrence
is a sign of good or evil,
it would be more productive
to simply flip a coin.


©Susie Clevenger 2011


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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Remember


The leaves wait
in their dying season
for the wind to sing
its hymn of grief.
It is the herald
to begin their
descent to lay
upon fallen loved ones.

Nature and humanity
gather for a memorial
to speak of the glory of life
and the union in eternal rest.
Marble stones and earth
both implore, “Please remember me.”

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Magpie Tales Prompt: # 90

magpietales

live2write2day Prompt: November
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Bemoaning a Wish


despondent mermaid
longs to return to the sea
bemoaning a wish


©Susie Clevenger 2011

Haiku My Heart
haikumyheart
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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Unopened


love notes unanswered
yellow pages gather dust
mystery remains



©Susie Clevenger

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