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

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Weeds Into Whimsy

Silent tufts seed the wind
where sky and cloud
sort weeds into whimsy.

Floating as far as dreams
they seek a resting place
to defy impossible.

Soon yellow dandelions will
polka dot earth urging little hands
to tuck love into a bouquet.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

(Image ~ Shutterstock)

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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Jesus Weeps Over Bible Belt

I collect metaphors,
taste fate,
watch crayon strokes
melt from childhood.

I am growing gray from
seeing bigotry give
a discount on hate.

Jesus weeps over Bible Belt.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

I chose Kenia's Wednesday Challenge 5/16/2012
and the style of poet, Oktay Rifat.

Huck Finn's Restaurant & Sports Bar receipt (WWL-TV)

Huck Finn's Restaurant & Sports Bar in New Orleans gave four African American women this receipt which included a typed racial epithet. It angers me and breaks my heart. Racism unfortunately continues to thrive.

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Monday, May 11, 2015

A Bit Like Lazarus

A broken heart
is not death
although it
for a grave.

Guilt and rejection
sing their dirge
until the tongue
can no longer
barter for sympathy.

Stirred by an inner voice crying
“Pity has paid its penance”,
vocabulary begins its Lazarus’ walk
away from its tomb of salt lick tears.

Speaking away the shroud
of mournful comfort isn’t easy.
The first utterances feel like
the middle of August without shade.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Blood House

In this blood house of my genetics
where ancestry has determined skin and bone
I wonder if this knifed clay bears a deeper resemblance
to spirit than my face reanimating death.

Are the words that come when sleep evades
the poems of another’s dreams released
on a sea of stars to reach the sand of my pen?

Names hang on a family tree where mirrors see
but can’t hear…Somewhere in the puzzle I am a verse.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Change of Heart

They want to glue me to their view;
paste me as cooperative so there
won’t be any discord from different.

My eyes once held the glint of absolutes.
I recognize the self-righteous stare and
voices echoing in scriptured tongues.

Life has cut the artery of my judgment
and I bleed grief from my spirit
at the depths of my rejection.

I can’t choose another’s path so I won’t
surrender my shoes to the footfalls of another.
The greatest commandment is to love.

I struggle…I’m incomplete…I am learning.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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