Tuesday, February 12, 2019

If Words Were Real Estate


Speak synergy to me
Words that bow tie me
to sunshine and don’t put
midnight on my tongue.

Knock judgment down
to a paint color other than bleak.

Spare me the claw…I’ll resist the thorn.
It takes one to change the conversation,
two to agree.

Tit for tat we’re better than that.

If words were real estate, how much would
you pay for a house full of windows
where bricks blocked every view?

 ©Susie Clevenger 2019


Sunday, February 10, 2019

Gone


I searched your hollow eyes
for my face, elbowed my way
through memories to see
if even a sliver of mirror
held my reflection.

All I found were wisps of blond hair
and a little girl clinging to the edge
of the drowning pool crying
she’d never learned to swim.

Gone, pulled under by the rapids
of erasing I watched myself disappear.

Mama blinked and spoke, “I can’t find my baby.”


©Susie Clevenger 2019

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Sunday, February 3, 2019

Carrion of Dead Poets

The Turning Point
Used with Permission

 
Pens litter the floor like carrion of dead poets
who still feed passion to hungry minds.

I wasted ink trying to build a fire.

Words teased with sparks, but they cooled into
drinking sarcasm with Bukowski’s ghost
and making paper planes out of crumpled words
I mined from a thesaurus.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

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