Saturday, September 8, 2018

Agony of the Moon

Howling moonlight walks the horizon
searching for souls of brave poets
to feed the monochrome night
love is both torture and
ecstatic freedom,
a heart walk through
the how and
why of

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Thursday, August 23, 2018


rain threatens the sky
and i wonder how
long the moon can swim
before it drowns in the
love sonnets pooling
on my lips

alone sits on a windowsill
begging a warm hand
to break the chill…
i fold a verse conjured
from dead poets into
his palm and whisper,
“love stays when you
give it away”

i melt into the shadow of echoes…
there’s no rest in a city of open wounds

©susie clevenger

Friday, August 17, 2018

August Requiem

Outside my window
the sun boils summer
into rotted tea.

I ice cube a prayer
across my brow and
wonder how many
pretty words will survive
the sorrow of dying petals.

Autumn will be a bitter queen
when she learns there are
no brilliant colors to weave into
her crown.
©Susie Clevenger 2018

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Pray Answers Won't Smell Like Alcohol

I’m over there in the corner
of a dive bar, quiet tongued
and soul eyed.

I pinch my arm to bruise present
on my skin, but thirty years a go
blinks beneath neon.

Reluctant, terrified, sober as a crucifix,
I walk questions to an empty chair
and pray answers won’t smell like alcohol.

Silence beads little droplets on my skin
until I’m feverish enough to gurgle who
from my throat in a semblance of language.

Frowning she places a finger on my lips
and speaks, Don’t ask…I just came
to learn how I can change my future.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Written from some tough news I recently received. No, it isn't me or my family.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Too Close to the Edge

The midnight lake puts its lips
to my eyes and drinks every
starlight wish swimming in hazel.

Not satisfied with the brew of visions
it sends watery death into my lungs
to flood my last breath of July.

Thrashing in waves of lost I am tossed
the life preserver of 1:00 am and a cat
purring rescue across my chest.

Shaken I reach for pen and paper
beside my bed and pray my muse
has escaped the drowning pool of empty.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Impugning An Orchid

You thought I was too fragile,
an orchid requiring more
than you were willing to give.

You sat beneath a rain
of jealous opinions and
let them damn me before
you even knew my strength.

Loss only makes you the fool.
I am much wiser now with my heart.
I can breathe in my freedom, while
you whither where I  bloom.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Sanaa gave a selection of word lists at Real Toads to inspire our writing.
I chose the following words: breathe, rain, loss orhcid

Real Toads ~ Get Listed ~ July Edition

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Spoiled Tongues Scar Faces

Judgmentals malign sister crow
with whispered gossip
jealous perked in spoiled tea.

She ignores their babble
polluting the wind, and gathers
silhouettes to wallpaper memory.

Spoiled tongues scar faces.
The eye of I is an open window
where what is spoken is always seen.

Beware when attacking a sister,
words carried on feathers
may return in a murder of wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2018
Crow image by