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

Friday, February 27, 2015


You bait your hook with now
and I swallow tomorrow
won’t find me dry boned in gone.

Morning’s (The Revelator).

I’m drowning in blue eyes,
and you’re peeling promises
from the tip of my tongue.

Nothing matters until it does.
We’re dreaming with fingertips
forgetting once burned is twice scarred.

Moonlight’s (The Beguiler.)


Morning’s (The Revelator.)

©Susie Clevenger 2015

For Marian's challenge:
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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Winter Haiku

winter dances on
the tulips sleeping in sod
spring peeks through the ice

~ O ~ 

wrapped in summer dreams
roses escape winter’s chill
by a breath of thorns

~ O ~

frozen ivy drapes
a weeping garden angel
spring captures her tears

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Monday, February 16, 2015


We wrote promises
hung them on a keychain
and put them in the junk drawer
among all the odds and ends
we thought we would use again.

Days ran downhill into years
until watching dreams crumble
rusted our starlight eyes.

Every spring we prop the windows open
with last years unfinished, rifle through
decades of memories, and pretend
faded ink wasn't the key to our misery.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

(Not every poem is about me. )  :)  

Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ Promising Prompt
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Friday, February 13, 2015

Song Of Rewind

Photo: The War Of The Roses ~ Film 1989

What fool loves when pain
is the sacrifice for affection?

There is no bravery or armor
to withstand the battle once
the heart becomes blind to its enemy.
It faces a thousand arrows aimed
at vulnerability with open arms.

Forever invades vocabulary
in promises spilled from lips
unconditioned to bear the weight
of sustained reassurances.  

Love is a battlefield where no one wins the war.
Sadly the starry eyed weaponry of infatuation
leaves ears deaf to the song of rewind,
History Repeats Itself.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Saturday, February 7, 2015

Tomorrow Will Make Us Enemies

You are there in the barely knowing,
handsome, seductive, intoxicating.

Never is a word I had faith in,
my vow to protect myself from surrender,
but your lips have stolen it from me.

Love doesn’t reach your hand upon my breast
or the flush that stains me a vivid pink.
I don’t want it. I don’t need it.

I don’t even know your name.
You are a bottle of wine and lust
to drown in, a mistake I won’t grieve.

I wonder if I am wise to awaken the forgotten
places on my body I had sent into exile.

War is crawling closer on steel claws.
Tomorrow will make us enemies,
not by our choice, but flags that divide us.

Tonight is not giving a damn, not asking questions.
I will take from you. You will take from me.
We will scar. We will remember more than we’ll forget.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

"I ask if I'm wise when I awaken the danger between his thighs"
 Declaration of love by Carilda Olivar Labra
Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ Carilda Olivar Labra

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Friday, February 6, 2015

Moon Fed On Imagination

Gravel dust feathered the nest
of our four rooms and five souls
in three acres of show me state.

Born middle child loud
I was a dandelion extrovert
in a garden of solitary.

Moon fed on imagination
through screen wire I tucked words
into hours until dreams found ink.

Under school house lamplight
where a raven spoke in Poe’s voice
I found poetry could make sense of my noise.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Separating Seeds From Intent

We sit at the same table
separating seeds from intent.
Our chosen stances grip the X
until eye to eye kills compromise.
We have become a field where
nothing grows except division.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Monday, February 2, 2015


Clouds thumb tack winter to the pine trees
outside my window taunting the amaryllis
that labor to birth spring on my windowsill.
Trapped in a framed snow print
I plunder
February’s calendar with a black pen
watching days
disappear beneath scratched ink stains.
It is insane to wish life away,
unrepentant waits for the thaw.

©Susie Clevenger 2015 

This poem was actually inspired by a photo Hedgewitch shared on her Facebook page of amaryllis sprouting on her window sill. Thanks so much for the inspiration.

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