Writing My Sky

With the pity of seagulls this human rock flew a puppet’s journey where mist swallows marsh.
In the birdsong of capture I felt gravity’s war with sky.
Through palms clutching air the wind read my fortune…
Your wings are feathers of ink. If you wish to soar the heavens, don’t build a cage with empty pages.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Sunday Muse #89

We Once Owned the Sky

Darling, your lips hold the last poem of a dying star we once stormed with wishes.
With the luxury of innocence we raced toward tomorrow as if we could own eternity.
Now in this galaxy of empty moons reality swallows the echo of promises. We are a falling flame that doesn’t burn.
How curious it is love can draw us close enough to trust goodbye.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
I used Kerry's prompt Kerry Says ~ Let's Find Our Poetic Voice to write my poem.
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Unitatis Trium

Rain wombed clouds, dry grass, and faith hold communion in the prairie of crows hoping unity can piece together a truce humans won’t politicize into failure.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
The Sunday Muse #86

Metamorphosis of Dying Leaves

Tree limbs decorated with brown leaves write their ode to change on the moon in autumn’s calligraphy.
Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers waiting for midnight to slip one into history while the other gracefully relinquishes its crown of future.
I feel the weight of inevitable lift from my spirit as I surrender to my own metamorphosis. The starlight song of ancestors plays as I write a new chorus.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Change

Robbing Starlight

I wanted to wish on a star, but in man’s assault of the cosmos it only reached the absent wonder of a satellite.
Signals pirate dreams from lips, claim metallic gods know the will of hearts pulsing through algorithms.
In the plunder of starlight I must trust my spirit can see what my eyes are denied.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
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This is what prompted me to write this: After SpaceX Starlink Launch After SpaceX Starlink Launch, a Fear of Satellites That Outnumber All Visible Stars

Carmen Avis

In the prayer spaces of narrow I place seedlings of an open mind.
Today is here in the green leaf paintbrush of sky, raven call, and soft wings of a butterfly.
A child of earth, sibling of sky, I walk in the choir of voices singing protect.
Change begins with small things, grows in the unity of hands. The “we” of community begins in the roots of I can.
May I be strengthened by the notes of a birdsong, feathered poet of emergent peace.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
One theme...Peace