Thursday, January 24, 2019

Offer Me Bread and I'll Choose a Pen


There are ghosts in my brain
chasing thoughts from dark places,
plucking dandelion seeds
to harvest words from wild weed.

Devil’s in the ink…
God’s in the paper…

My poem-father is Poe,
my god-muse a raven.

Offer me bread and I’ll choose a pen.
Crumbs of wheat can’t take me
where black ink puddles lead.

©Susie Clevenger

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12 comments:

  1. No they can't. You know, the herd would all choose the crumbs but we just have to pick up those dark feathers and see where they lead.

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  2. oh wow - yeah, I wish I'd written this .... keep picking up the pen, leave the crumbs by the roadside for those less bold ...

    way too many lines to pick from, but I really jazzed on the idea of poem father being Poe and god(dess?) muse a raven -

    totally awesome

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  3. What a great poem.. the start just pulled me in... ghosts in my brain.

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  4. Ghosts in my brain...exactly. Let us all jump in those puddles and splash and go home covered in ink. Excellent. I love this.

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  5. On the second read, i am finding more to love about your poem..

    Devil’s in the ink…
    God’s in the paper…

    Just.. Wow!

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  6. Yes, that's it!! Follow the flow of the ink on the paper!

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  7. You have Edgar. I have Emily Bronte and Jane Goodall. Sometimes they fight.

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  8. Don't ask me, I'm just the janitor scrubbing the same old ghost cortex again today. With music and rue. Amen.

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  9. Thank you for doing the prompt and then ignoring my poem. When one does a prompt it is Dr riguere to read and comment on the poem. Again thank you for totally ignoring the poem I took the time to write and submit.

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  10. Hi Susie. I zee where you messaged me but I don't have it installed. Anyeay I apologize for my temper. Whether you comment or not is no never mind as we say dosn South. I have been ignored by promoters before and I snapped. I still love your poem. 😊 take care.

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  11. Your ability to sprinkle words on paper and make them so cutting edge and powerful amazes me.... This is a serious poem but I keep reading it as if it is a children's jump rope song - I love it.

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