surviving frozen
in the shell of abandoned
wing shivers of red
hatching on empty
fragility of hoping
spring will rise from ash
a featherless bird
i fly the ice of winter
searching for freedom
Susie Clevenger 2021
Showing posts with label writing through my darkness. Show all posts
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Monday, October 25, 2021
Nesting Moan of Winter
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We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 American Sentence: Seventeen syllables The Sunda... -
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