I live in the haunted spaces of my art
where eyes write themselves blind,
and ink goes deaf from trying to hear.
The madness of creativity is
it doesn’t fear ghosts or the voices
that speak through paintbrushes.
I roam tombs and fly on butterfly wings
while my feet walk crumble floors in need of a broom.
The water of imagination may be where I drown
or a sea I sail to totally unexpected.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 3
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