Saturday, May 30, 2020

Prejudiced Tunnel of Dead Ears

Swallow your wings…
forget the madness of freedom…
the sky will never remember your name.

In the prejudiced tunnel of dead ears
cries for justice are smothered
in the throat press of violence.

We shall overcome sings in tattered notes
as history repeats, and anger lights another match.

How will this end? How will this end when
white is the darkness that measures a soul’s
value by the color of skin.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Inspired by a Word Crafters Writing Group

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Fool's Fruit

Proserpine ~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

A fool bears the fruit of a heart
sacrificed to the arms of stone.
Promised love I endure his eyes gorging
on the pale skin of another woman’s blush.

Pruned to be a silent rose, I am a wraith
cast out to roam a smothered wail
where nothing grows but sorrow and anger’s thistle.

But my lips reject the dirge humming in my throat.
Must my spirit die in the hope of resurrection?
It was not my mirror that failed his eyes, but his
that hungered for youth he could no longer conquer.

For now, I dress in midnight’s sapphire, a shadow
formed from the dark side of the moon.
When night frees me to roam sunlight’s match,
I will dance on flames that burn him from my dreams.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2020

Inspired by Dante Gabriel Rossetti's painting and his sister, 
Christina Georgina Rossetti's poem, After Death

The video is the new release from my friend Samantha Fish.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Lies Aren't Dessert

Romancing a lie
curled on venom’s tongue
is like bringing dead flowers
to celebrate birth.

What’s sewn is reaped.
What’s torn is scarred.

Sprinkling sugary apologies on deceit
won’t make deception any less bitter.  

©Susie Clevenger 2020

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Nest of Lungs

Contagion’s nest of lungs
built from hissing tubes
and needles’ plunge was April’s
test of death to see if tears
could still bring flowers to May.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowrimo2020 Day 30
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - deaths 

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Dancing on a Flame

Passion dances on a match strike,
the burn so enticing, no whisper of a scar.

Love creates both fools and demons
when bed sheets are its only warmth.

Almost is an eternity when the heart
builds a nest from blindness.

Lust is a summer fruit that withers
when winter's chill snuffs its flame.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

I wrote it as a single poem, but then realized each line could stand alone.

#napowrimo2020 Day 29
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - match -

Thursday, April 23, 2020

Entertaining Devils

Hell is empty and all the devils are here – William Shakespeare

The cunning hell of mutilated truth
ignites airwaves with gaslight candles.

Do not press your ear into a flame
that demands sacrifice so devils can mine gold.

The human heart cannot thrive on selfish gruel
or grow compassion in the drought of bitter tongues.

Test each word before you speak, because once the knife
cuts you will never escape its wound.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowritmo2020 Day 23
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist

Sunday, April 19, 2020

One Night at a Time

His feet are planted in the blues.
With a whole lot of life in his face,
and scars on his guitar strings
he pours truth into beer bottles
back lighting bar dreams.

You can take a song from the street,
but you can’t take the street out of the music
when notes traffic every alley of pain
through a voice scuffed by tread marks.

In the dim light of bodies chasing escape
he sings solo to a choir too whisky throated
to trust the chorus.

He’s been where they are…He’s left where they’re going.

©Susie Clevenger 2020