Banging Cup of Helter Skelter

 

“Chess is the gymnasium of the mind.” – Blaise Pascal

 Insanity is a cell,
a blind man’s bars
where thoughts
play with freedom,
but a key doesn’t fit the lock.

Who am I if not, where’s beyond
if a cage holds what it won’t free?
Days wither on the throat of a scream.
I hear what can’t be seen…See what can’t be heard.

Climbing out in the center of falling in
I play a black chessboard dressed
as a blood thorn queen.

Helter skelter, neither here nor there,
what falls rarely finds up.
Riddles and swirls, answers that can’t find questions.
I’m there but not here…Gone but never leave.

I’m a ghost that breathes, skeleton without bones,
a mind that searches, a searcher who never finds.
I fish for reality without bait or hook. 

©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Sunday Muse #227

Symbols and Such

 

In the bizarre ritual

of dividing self

between reality

and gingerbread expectations

of love, I walk the island 

of my watch trusting

a vase of ecstasies 

filled with lilacs and peonies

(symbols and such)

will woo romance

to my door before time

robs them of their blush.

With all the romanticizing of romantic

there must be a tall, handsome (malleable)

male roaming his soul to find words

to proclaim (feebly) of his heart’s loyalty

to all things me.

Surely the astigmatism of a besotted eye

would find me so irresistible my kitchen 

of herbs and bones would not offend.

There are islands of letters I’ve collected

from the fallible inklings of masculine absurd

who think their bodies are Eve’s wonderland,

a place where submission would be my blessing.

Of course, no man is an island. 

He prefers a skulk where he can

thump and bluster he has the 

prowess to own any vixen he desires.

Oh, who would believe I’m a fainting goat

lying prone in dreams of Prince Charming.

Springes line my sidewalk to trap egos

silly enough to think a wink and muscle flex

are enough to reduce me to shivers of surrender.

I am a black widow of various talents who knows

how to protect her web from the dissection 

of her spirit to accept less to parade a perception of more.

©Susie Clevenger 2022

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Amy Lowell

Fighting for Balance

 

Mother Earth clings

to the throat of a chinaberry

praying she has enough hope

to escape the malevolence of humans.

 

Forced into a dying cocoon

she summons lightening

to ignite the wings of a phoenix

to bring resurrection from

the wreckage of failed dominion.

 

Lessons never learned; trust never earned

leave acid fingerprints of war and greed

on Mother Earth’s womb while she begs for salvation.

©Susie Clevenger 2022

The /Sunday Muse #226

Earthweal Open Link Weekend #134

The chinaberry tree symbolizes the balance between good and evil. It inspires us to find the right balance in life.