Written With Brevity
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~ Thomas Gray
Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Wings
My wings
are torn pages
from poetry and hope
tomorrow will find us kinder,
at peace.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 30
Tuesday, April 29, 2025
Star Travelers
we're all immigrants
born from bits of stars and flesh
finding our way home
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Monday, April 28, 2025
Dead Roses
her eyes question him
about all the dead roses
he always brings her
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NaPoWriMo Day 28
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Alice
Somewhere
there's an Alice
thinking of rabbit holes
and why a Mad Hatter couldn't
save her.
Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 27
Saturday, April 26, 2025
Strawberries
fields bloomed in strawberries
bold sarcastic valentines
shaming roses
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 26
Friday, April 25, 2025
Library
she's a library
stories written by a life
only she could live
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NaPoWriMo Day 25
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Coordinates of a Calendar
Half asleep,
barely able
to feel
the coffee cup
in my hands,
I wander morning
searching for
a destination
my calendar
has not yet mapped.
© Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 22
Sunday, April 13, 2025
Electric Wink
Street lights
wink with wired eyes
flirting with the unseen
in a strange romance with shadowed
sidewalks.
©Susie Clevenger
NaPoWriMo Day 13
Thursday, April 10, 2025
Nests
I watch birds
riding winds
in their nests.
I wish I could be
as brave.
My nest of walls
and windows
feels far more fragile.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo Day 10
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