Saturday, October 17, 2020

Broken Down Ride of the One Horse Emporium

 




Every giggle and scream 
was catalogued on stirrups
by tiny feet once racing 
a circle of dreams.

The brand new under
the nothing new sun
claimed its glory until time
pulled the plug and progress
built a bypass.

Those brave enough
to explore shredded whimsy
be wary nostalgia is 
a bitter herb when 
mixed with regret. 

©️Susie Clevenger 2020

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Thursday, October 8, 2020

The Scent of Unseen

 



Her perfume announces

her passage where eyes

don’t trust visions, and fear

twists imagination into a demon’s blink.

 

She was dance, April’s first bloom,

youth’s passion for invincible.

 

October came with skeletons,

and she carried their bones

until the beast’s breastbone

became the final cut.

 

She is now a ballet of narrow dreams,

the last chance haunting those

stuck in wandering spaces where timid

prefers the vinegar of same to wine

bubbling with temptation to change.

 

©Susie Clevenger 2020