Saturday, March 30, 2019
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Thin Hope of Resurrection
Truth moans in the butterfly spine
pressed against my lips…
Chained to the thin hope of resurrection
my eyes walk gray smudged clouds
praying the sky doesn’t suffer
a drought of
wings.
While crows watch I dust shadows
for fingerprints of misery to collect
evidence roots are forced to grow
green with death so dinner plates
look pretty before obituaries.
Souls line plastic bowls mined with fork and spoon
so the wealthy can grow Eden in glass bubbles and
trust Flint’s river of Oz will never reach their faucets.
Little is done when no one leads.
I am one but louder when others join the chorus.
Insurrection stores matches in hollow eyes
until Karma signals results have almost
traveled full circle to reasons.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
gogyoshi ~ Mother Earth
Mother Earth doesn’t dream
of borders or bullets
to guard invisible.
She spends her hours of insomnia
searching for a god humans haven’t corrupted.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Ritual of Irony
She talks to the peonies
knowing they can’t
respond.
Her red painted
lips whisper
secrets into the
petals
and watches every blush
as she tucks them
into bouquets.
It is her
annual
ritual
of
irony
where
she
invites
guests
to her
spring
filled
rooms to admire
the beauty of blossoms
honeycombed with her confessions.
Saturday, March 16, 2019
Ink View
The verses at first read appear
to be an innocuous attempt
to bridge the social-political divide
of us verses them.
Satire can be a twisted clown,
when it’s read as intended…with humor
or within easy reach of a definition.
Verses read or verses read…
It depends on your view of the ink.
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Saturday, March 2, 2019
Built on Nothing
The Temple by Tomasz Zaczeniuk
Used with permission @fotowizjer
The priest of self
gathered every
green and wild thing
to his ego and drank
their blood from
the golden cup of avarice.
Built on nothing the
Temple Shrine of Glass Eyes
crumbled into the heartless rape
of Mother Earth’s soul.
A lone seeker searches for light
and begs the sky to grant him mercy.
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