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

Friday, December 30, 2011

Love So New

Our love so new
it has no footprints.
We stand in the
moment of its birth
not caring how
we got here.
Our souls intoxicated
with the dream
we will have
a tomorrow.

What blooms with fragrant hope, but the blessed petal of love?

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Susie Clevenger

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Review and Anticipation

so  many tears fell
in this year of too much pain
a solemn review

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writing my savior
my pen gave heartbreak a voice
healing poetry

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arrival of a new year
joy of brighter days

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Review
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

I Lift My Glass to New Beginnings

I stand at the end
of another year.
Beauty and grief
wrote their passages
across the three hundred
and sixty five days
now singing their swan song.

Let the new year begin
with its white pages
of expectation.
I shall unwrap its calendar
and write my resolutions
with a black pen.
Doubt shall not drop
its dark curtain upon
the dreams that
wait to become reality.

I lift my glass to new beginnings
pristine in their hope.
Tomorrow will not be judged
by the numbered yesterdays
falling around my feet.
My spirit reborn with determination
to turn my hesitancy  into
confidence that this new year
will be  MY  year of success.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Poets United: The Poetry Pantry #81
Real Toads Prompt: "Ring out the old, ring in the new"
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Broken Norma Jean

Her smile brilliant as the diamonds
that wound in serpentine sparkle
around her beautiful neck.
Hidden beneath glitter
named Marilyn was
the sadness of
a broken

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Magpie Tales: Mag 97
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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Poetry & Prose Magazine

I was privileged to be part of Poetry & Prose Magazine
 December 2011

Poetry & Prose Magazine December 2011
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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas

a yuletide listing
catalogues naughty or nice
santa is watching

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a star lights the way
crystal illumination
miracle awaits

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a christmas prayer
that love will cover the earth
the heart speaks amen

©Susie Clevenger 2011
The Purple TreehousePhotographs: Favim
 Haiku Heights Prompt #99: Christmas
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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Between Heartbeats

My heart feels
 your words
 kiss me in the wind.

I cannot
release my soul
from your memory.

Between each
of my heartbeats
there is a lonely space.

Your name
rests on my lips.
I won’t speak goodbye.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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she’s a free spirit
unbound by conventional
freedom her music

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a joyful spirit
adversities nemesis
shines bright in darkness

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loneliness retreats
when friendship holds out its hand
a spirit of love

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Spirit
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Cinderella's Tea

I sat near a tree
for a spot of honey tea
to escape scooping ashes
and washing my step sisters’ sashes.

I am ever so weary
 my eyes have grown bleary
from letting out seams
as step-mother screams.

All is in a flurry.
She says I must hurry.
There are ribbons to tie
and flowers to buy.

The palace is having a ball
to celebrate fall
 and Cinderella you were slighted
because you weren’t invited.

Oh how I wish
as I watch these leaves swish
 a prince would ask for my hand
to wear his gold band.

But hoping for a royal marriage
is as silly as a pumpkin turning into a carriage.
This is as grand as my life will ever be,
a moment of freedom to drink honey tea.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Image Credit: Chance of Sunshine: Cinderella On Her Tea Break
Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 17
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Monday, December 19, 2011

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams,
come to me
as soon as
my head lies
upon my silken
I wish to escape
the sharp edges
of my day.
Transport me
in your veil
to fantasy’s shore.
Let my mind
be freed from
a world that
plays tug of war
with my emotions,
drawing me one moment
into sublimity, the next
pulling me into
the abyss .

I wish to play
In the sand
of imagination,
walk its beaches
sparkling with enchantment,
hear the sea
sing its siren’s song
to my heart.

Dreams, I have
had too much reality
in this long day.
I await your visitation.
Please come quickly.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Sorcery's Ink Pot

a familiar waits
for quill to pen its message
sorcery’s ink pot

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Image: Pottermore
OSI Prompt 199: Ink Pot
One Single Impression
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In Your Shadow

Captured for eternity
in your shadow.
My name forgotten
in its faded ink.
No questions are
raised to ask my identity.
I am merely a subject
of a camera lens.
Your photographic
genius forever applauded
while I am merely a face
without a name.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Lee Friedlander , 1966
 Magpie Tales Mag 96
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Sunday, December 18, 2011

Questions the Gravel

Questions are the gravel
that lie beneath my feet.
Their crunch of indecision
making dust of my resolve.
I thought I knew which
direction I should take.
Now I stand at the crossroads
wishing life had a sign
in bold lettering stating
This Is The Way.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Photobucket
 Carry on Tuesday # 136:
Standing at the crossroads
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Polished Ego

     a horse riding knight                
does not arouse my romantic thoughts
i need no saving

a polished ego
that views me helpless female
incurs my disdain

requesting to aide
when seeing I am in need
receives my respect

that does not imply
i have no ability
just I might need help

©Susie Clevenger 2011

OSI Prompt 198: Knight

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Can I Survive?

until ivory
blankets the moon.

The beams will
then light

But can I survive my longing?

assails my
empty lonely heart.

Too many yesterdays
broke their

has frozen
my fragile dreams.

They are nothing
but frosted
Do I dare believe?

is holding
a ragged breath.

Please come quickly
my ivory

I feel
a fluttering hope.

My heartstrings are
playing love’s

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Painting: Rob Hefferan
Hay (na) ku & Reverse Hay(na)ku poetry form 
 Here is a link explaining Hay(na)ku

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Mistaken Heartstrings

It is not love that has claimed you
attraction is the lure.
Untie your mistaken heartstrings,
let freedom be your cure.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Watery Mistress

The sea lured my heart.
I dreamed in the salt
of its lullaby.

My eyes saw
one blue horizon
splashed in white waves.

The Ancient Mariner
was spoken by the wind
billowing my sails.

Land implored me
to leave the wooden
planks beneath my feet.

My watery mistress
was jealous of the
 white sand siren call.

She raged a bitter gale
to toss me from
her sea foam breast.

I am now buried
in sand I cannot
stand on.

And look out
upon a sea
I cannot sail.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Image: Mostafa Habibi
Magpie Tales Mag 95

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Kitten Camouflage

kitten camouflage
confirming lunch’s sector
covert mission

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Haiku Heights Prompt: # 98-Covert

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Unretrievable Minutes

Pointed hands travel
along a face removing
years in the tick tock
of unretrievable minutes.

Youth wishes time to fly
while age drags its feet.
The chase for tomorrow
catches the unsuspecting
with the arrival of today.

If floats on the air
with the wings of regret.
Mistakes mingle with successes
trying to erase joy
with its litany of remorse.

Life winds its clock but once.
Arms should embrace
the present moment
with awe and gratitude.
Be now what you wish
to remember tomorrow.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Carry On Tuesday #135
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The Kiss of Snow

I want
to feel the kiss
of snow upon my cheek.
It was winter when I first fell
in love.

My heart
warm with I love you burning bright
was wrapped in romantic dreams
I could never

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Does It Rain Rainbows?

Does it rain
at Easter,
bright colored
splashes to
decorate eggs?

I should ask
mother duck,
but she
is waddling
between drops
with her ducklings.

I am afraid
to walk
in my yellow galoshes
across green grass
for fear I will
smudge the colors.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Follow the Rain Home
Short Story Slam Week 16
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Snow Symphony

Winter performs a snow symphony
with its ice tambourine tapping
against frosted window panes.
Its chilled music drawing
hearts to gather near
a cozy fire
to dream of

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Poetic  Form: Nonnet
9 lines-9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Poetry Picnic Week1 8
Gooseberry Garden
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His Passion Speaks

 His passion speaks
in ballet movement
the glory of dance.
In sinew leap he
defies  gravity’s pull
to be glued to earth.

A portrait in motion
painted with talent’s brush;
he frames his art
with an enthusiastic
spirit of joy.

Heartstrings twitch
to expand a heart
that embraces love
to be all inclusive
as his body speaks
a sonnet upon the stage.

The audience raises
its adoration in the noise
of clapping hands
and shouts of praise.
His steps have led them
from their world into his
where constraints are broken
by the beauty of dance.

  For Claudio
©Susie Clevenger 2011

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the space between us
was a valley of distrust
my heart could not cross

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he asked for his space
his bags now sit on the porch
i changed the door locks

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a stack of papers
please initial the last line
his space now granted

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Photographs: Photobucket
Haiku Height Prompt: #97- Space
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

With Malice

words chosen to cut
their knife phrases leaving scars
forethought of malice

bitterness dripping
caustic phrases to demean
a cyber bully

character negates
lies spoken from acid lips
walk in shoes of truth

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Sensational Haiku Wednesday Prompt: Malice
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Perfect Poet Award, Week 57/Crumpled Pages

Crumpled pages
speak more
than the words
printed in faded font.
A story is etched
in its leather binding
by the hands
that opened its cover.

Love creased its pages
to mark a favorite passage.
Joy smiled as it was
tucked next to a heart.
Tears left watermarks
when grief sought
its refuge.

The old book
whispers it has
more to say
than the poems
that grace its pages.
It waits for those
who will take
the time to open it
and listen.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Thank you so much for the award. I nominate
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011


I divide
it will make
me whole.

I try to be
to everyone
leaving nothing
for myself.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

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My Mind Writes With Antique Pen

My mind writes
with an antique pen.
The poets long gone
are the muses
that whisper to me.
Dear Poe turned
the light on
with his dark verses.
He captured me
with his words
to birth my desire
 to write.

Miss Browning asked,
“How do I love thee?”
As she counted the ways
my heart dreamed
the stanzas of my own
love poem.

Emily Bronte wrote
of tears that only ceased
when others were looking.
This gave me the courage
to speak my own tears.

Inspiration comes to me
from poets long gone.
They are my teachers
speaking their lessons
through their verses.
I pray I am a student
worthy to continue
with my pen.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Poetry Picnic Week 16: My Life in Verse

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Friday, December 2, 2011

A Child and Christmas

the joy of a child
lends its brilliance to Christmas
to make each heart shine

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come with open heart
embrace the season’s magic
feel the child within

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the twinkle of hope
shines with innocent sparkle
waiting for santa

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photographs: Photobucket
Haiku My Heart
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