Saturday, May 29, 2021

There's Something in the Water

 


In the river of moons

the voice of a raven

guides mortals

to the path of light.

 

Dancing out of shadows

mystics part the cerulean curtain

with palms filled with stars

to feed visions.

 

The bloated corpse of narrow minds

opens its tongue of wounds

to release treasured thorns

into the eye of revelation.

 

Luna winks her cloudless eye to stir

watered stones to sing the song of knowing

into ears that must listen and weigh

every word before they speak.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2021

The Sunday Muse #162

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19 comments:

  1. JimMay 29, 2021 at 11:34 AM

    Susie, I like your winking Luna. Our minds feed on many inputs, I say the Full Moon makes me bite women on their necks. (BTW, I did see one small cloud in the sky's reflection.)
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  2. Carrie Van HornMay 29, 2021 at 1:25 PM

    Powerful is poetry and words my friend. You have shown it magnificently here! There is many a mortal that needs to be guided to that path of light!

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  3. HelenMay 29, 2021 at 5:09 PM

    Narrow minds must be open to listening ... you dug deep.

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  4. CharleyMay 29, 2021 at 7:04 PM

    "...the voice of a raven // guides mortals // to the path of light."

    Foolish of mortals to trust such a duplicitous guide, saith the crow.

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  5. Laura BloomsburyMay 30, 2021 at 3:40 AM

    each stanza utters like the voice in the wilderness or an unheeded Cassandra - wonderful imaginative response to the prompt Susie

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  6. C. SandlinMay 30, 2021 at 7:38 AM

    oh, those thorns...vivid

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  7. SunitaMay 30, 2021 at 9:43 AM

    What a thought process! The way you weaved words around that pic is just awesome, Susie. :)

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  8. JadeLiMay 30, 2021 at 4:45 PM

    I love that first, tone-setting, stanza Suzie.

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  9. qbitMay 30, 2021 at 7:03 PM

    "The bloated corpse of narrow minds / opens its tongue of wounds" -- ooh!

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  10. TruedessaMay 30, 2021 at 7:32 PM

    A handful of stars to feed visions...who knows what will appear in the night...

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  11. TruedessaMay 30, 2021 at 7:32 PM

    A handful of stars to feed visions...who knows what will appear in the night...

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  12. Sherry Blue SkyMay 30, 2021 at 8:21 PM

    I love this poem, especially your opening stanza, which hooked me right in.

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  13. robkistnerMay 31, 2021 at 7:14 AM

    Mr crow foes carry the wisdom of ages, and Mr moon carries the sadness. Much to ne learned from both. Liked this Susie!

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  14. FireblossomMay 31, 2021 at 10:03 AM

    That may be a forlorn hope. So many have no ears at all.

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  15. Marion HortonMay 31, 2021 at 11:20 AM

    I was totally absorbed in this - powerful words and images. Fabulous.

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  16. Ken / rivrvlogrMay 31, 2021 at 5:15 PM

    You offer some interesting images here.
    And so true this:

    "into ears that must listen and weigh
    every word before they speak"

    Ken (rivrvlogr.com)

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  17. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJune 1, 2021 at 7:54 AM

    I love your imagery play here. So intense and luscious.

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  18. purplepeninportland.comJune 1, 2021 at 5:41 PM

    Packed with power, Susie!

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  19. RobJune 4, 2021 at 8:54 PM

    Really enjoyed this

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