dreams in broken glass
time travel of silent wounds
hiding in mirrors
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Friday, May 22, 2020
Monday, April 27, 2020
Weighting Trust
The madness of intimacy
is pouring your soul
into another’s heart
and trusting it will
keep your secrets.
Once the nightingale sings
it no longer controls the music.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day27
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - intimacies
Monday, April 20, 2020
Grave of the Moon
I am the sea
where you buried the moon…
the salted wound of a dying wish.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napwritmo2020 Day 20
#skyloverwordlist - salt
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Pressed Against Glass
april beckons hope
may will bloom with open arms
closed palms mourn empty
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 19
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - beckon
Monday, April 13, 2020
Song of Shadows
I want to lie in moonlight,
float mulberry shadows,
and listen to Keats nightingale
sing me closer to the stars.
©Susie Clevenger 20120
#napowritmo2020 Day 13
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - lie
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Vain Supplication
A murder of sullen prayers
smudges the sky with tantrums -
dark rosary of vanity.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day11
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - sullen
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Color Feminine ~ American Sentences
Her
cranberry hair tumbles to her waist in secrets and temptation.
He
tested the limits of a raspberry blush until he reached thorns.
She’s
cherry lipped impudence and August heat melting ice from his winter.
©Susie
Clevenger 2020
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