Sunday, September 11, 2022

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

Friday, September 9, 2022

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

Saturday, September 3, 2022

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