Sunday, March 28, 2021

More Than Likely I’m Not the Feather in Your Tea

 



I am thought to be a devil,

running wild among wings and curses.

 

Muddy clay, oak limbs, and blue sky

hold me in their spell where words

are formed in feather strokes of ink.

 

Grown from roots of ancestors who survived

on plucking impossible from stone scarred bare feet

I trust the voice of earth more than the tongues of humans.

 

I am as old as yesterday’s eternity and as young

as the first rays of sun on a new day.

 

Beware or rejoice…It isn’t my journey to make

you feel comfortable with my freedom.

  

©Susie Clevenger 2021

The Sunday Muse #153

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15 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornMarch 28, 2021 at 1:58 PM

    This is rebellion at it's finest my friend! A wonderful example of the fighter in your bones that fuels you forward through all you face and keeps your pages bright with brilliance!! Love this poem Susie and the direction the image drove you! Truly amazing!!

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  2. indigo soupMarch 28, 2021 at 2:24 PM

    “Beware or rejoice…It isn’t my journey to make

    you feel comfortable with my freedom.”

    Brilliant line break and spacing.

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  3. HelenMarch 28, 2021 at 3:03 PM

    Strong, strong words, from the heart and soul of a strong, strong woman! Brava, Susie.

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  4. TruedessaMarch 28, 2021 at 3:12 PM

    I am as old as yesterday’s eternity and as young
    as the first rays of sun on a new day.

    stellar line

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  5. indybevMarch 28, 2021 at 3:46 PM

    Such choice phrases here. Word magic for us to enjoy.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 28, 2021 at 6:26 PM

    Oh wow, Susie. This is FANTASTIC!!!!!! "I trust the voice of earth more than the tongues of humans." Me, too. I love your spirit, girl.

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  7. JadeLiMarch 28, 2021 at 7:34 PM

    I feel such strength in these words. This is a being who knows her coordinates in the scheme of things.

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  8. Sumana RoyMarch 29, 2021 at 8:31 AM

    I love the grit in every word of this poem and also the wisdom. My favorite lines : I trust the voice of earth more than the tongues of humans.

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  9. ZanderMarch 29, 2021 at 2:33 PM

    Strong statement, clear voice. Nice!

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  10. purplepeninportland.comMarch 29, 2021 at 5:44 PM

    Love this, Susie! So many excellent, powerful phrases.

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  11. JimMarch 29, 2021 at 7:47 PM

    Giving up on the human race? "I trust the voice of earth more than the tongues of humans."
    And ". . . plucking impossible from stone scarred bare feet," written by one who knows, my mom wouldn't let me go barefooted on our farmstead as she thought people there before left broken glass. (She also told me that the hemp there was not good to smoke, that all the good stuff was smoked by New York City folks."
    Those two grabbed me good, so many other serious but still grabbing phrases.
    Good Job!!
    ..

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  12. C. SandlinMarch 30, 2021 at 1:50 PM

    Love this!!

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  13. LoriMarch 30, 2021 at 5:32 PM

    I love yesterday's eternity; the past goes on forever. Everything after today is fresh and new as tomorrow's sunrise. I also love how connected she is to the earth.

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  14. Jewish Young ProfessionalApril 11, 2021 at 8:25 AM

    Damn, this is so powerful. That last line is just awesome

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  15. DigiDaddy WorldJune 10, 2021 at 11:44 AM

    This is deep
    Love this

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