Saturday, January 5, 2019

Moon Hours


Night winged and star eyed
I fly the wild hum of moon hours
where words breed on my skin
until their velvet finds a muse
bold enough to bear their ink.

I am the mystery you can’t solve,
the heat you crave, the phantom
dancing in the corner of your eye…
your chain and freedom.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Real Toads ~ Art Flash/55
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13 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviJanuary 5, 2019 at 12:15 PM

    So utterly beautiful, Susie!❤️ There is such fire in your words. Love 'until their velvet finds a muse bold enough to bear their ink.'❤️

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  2. brudbergJanuary 5, 2019 at 12:39 PM

    Your chain and freedom... what a perfect contrast.

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  3. Magaly GuerreroJanuary 5, 2019 at 12:46 PM

    Life is a dance between contrasts, and your muse is so good at putting the dance into words.

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  4. tonispencerJanuary 5, 2019 at 4:48 PM

    I like the contrasts in this but especially like the mystery you can't solve.

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  5. The BizzaJanuary 5, 2019 at 11:04 PM

    The 2nd stanza is extremely strong. I enjoyed the way you play with duality here.

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  6. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 6, 2019 at 12:17 AM

    I fly the wild hum of moon hours...

    I come back to this as my favourite line. It is so musical. I can see the picture of the moth/butterfly resonates with you, Butterfly Susie

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  7. Kim M. RussellJanuary 6, 2019 at 1:06 AM

    This is a stunning 55, Susie - it exploded onto my screen and inked me! I love the lines:
    ‘I fly the wild hum of moon hours
    where words breed on my skin’.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 6, 2019 at 5:22 AM

    "Until their velvet finds a muse bold enough to bear their ink." I love that!

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  9. Anmol (HA)January 6, 2019 at 7:11 AM

    Ooh! This is beautiful — there is a certain enchantment in your words, the kind which makes poets and artists carve these images. It's the mystery that one can not solve indeed.

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  10. WildChild47January 6, 2019 at 7:16 AM

    oh whooshing wings under moon's madness for the dance into the heat -

    this is amazing Susie - really is just tight, brilliantly worded exploration, that beats in the heart of heat and coolness, which is moth's deadly dance-

    and like Kerry, that line "I fly the wild hum of moon hours" just kills me - it's just so ... soo .... yum! Damn fine poem.

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  11. ✿January 6, 2019 at 10:39 AM

    "where words breed on my skin"
    "I am the mystery you can’t solve"
    "your chain and freedom"

    So good.

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  12. MargaretJanuary 7, 2019 at 4:06 PM

    until their velvet finds a muse, bold enough ... the whole poem is lovely.

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  13. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 9, 2019 at 2:03 PM

    “Your chain and freedom”. Love this, Susie!

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