Sunday, August 25, 2019

Melinoe's Carnival

Fragments of black and white
float through my dreams 
erasing color until my eyes
are an empty house of blue.

On a monochrome sea I beg
for moonlight, but the only
concession is flickers of gray.

In the distance I hear the insistent
notes of an alarm clock knife
the shroud I’m pillowed in. 

Paralyzed, I beg the sun to free me
from Melinoe’s shape-shifting
carnival of ghosts dancing my fears
closer to madness.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

This was inspired by two challenges, the photo from The Sunday Muse, and the prompt at Real Toads.
For Real Toads I chose Get Listed With Grapeling, May 7, 2015  Words I chose from the list for the poem are: fragment, empty, house, sea, and knife. ( Melonie is the Greek goddess of ghosts/nightmares.)

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Sin Washing

Water can be ugly when you sorrow.
Water can be cruel when you lie.
Water can save you, if you’re
honest with your cry.

Confessed my guilt to the river,
poured tears in muddy waves.

Mixed heartbreak with the flood,
begged mercy for bringing blood.
Sullen river took me under
only to pull me back up.

Water sat on my tongue…Water pooled in my eyes.
Water went deep in my spirit to tell me
it was my time to thrive.

I didn’t need a Bible…I didn’t need a priest.
Took my sins to the river and muddy water brought release.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Friday, August 16, 2019

American Predators

Time Lapse Photography of Road

The dark half of the narrows,
the space where fair game
is the sick definition of
the secrets men keep,
predators play dead.

In a black wind strike the brethren
of skin trade resurrect from shadows
to chain innocence to horror.

Along the edge of America true evil
shape-shifts through penthouse to city street
growing wealth from a graveyard of fallen angels.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

These are the book titles I chose from Margaret's list to create my poem:

True Evil 
The Dark Half
Fair Game
Play Dead
Skin Trade
The Secrets Men Keep
Black Wind
The Narrows
Fallen Angels
Along the Edge of America

Monday, August 12, 2019

Straddling the Divide

I sit astride
an emotional fence
trying to stay me
in a war of words
no one can win.

In red white and blue America
bruising is the new normal.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

Real Toads ~ Just One Word: Halved