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Drunk on Images

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  Dressed for Consequences There is no romance in dread. It is a decayed ballroom where hell makes you dance the razor edge of making the wrong choice. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Scars Uprising   In her garden of glass she was bold enough to grow among wounds. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Spell of Paint   Art will find color in the deepest gray, find a path where night suffers without stars.   A paintbrush is the sorcerer’s wand casting its spell across canvas.   ©Susie Clevenger 2022

Feathers to Consider

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  Check the Microphone   His tongue has wings, his eyes a jar of rumors.   Give him an audience and he’ll poison a flock.   Be careful what your ears are fed. It’s hard to lose the weight of assumptions.  ©Susie Clevenger 2022 A Cage is a Cage Pretty wire doesn’t make a cage warmer. It doesn’t matter how much glitter is on the wings, the song will always cry freedom.  ©Susie Clevenger 2022 The Shadow in My Voice   Testing shadows to see how loud I can crow.   It’s in dark places you learn the strength of your wings. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Owning the Glass   Check your reflection. You may not be pleased when someone else holds the mirror. ©Susie Clevenger 2022 The Sunday Muse #206

Dandelion in Organza

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We were ribbon hung like party favors, organza dolls with hair curled into the fantasy innocence didn’t have a price.   The feral me already knew the dark side of attention, the coffin sunlight becomes when a monster curtains tulips with his shadow.   Born without claws I learned to sharpen my tears into crybaby scalpels people would avoid because once the truth is opened eyes could no longer claim blindness.   A dandelion in a murmuration of starlings who devoured blue sky in the endless search to be called pretty, I grew in the spines of books, rainbows of escape, and the nurture of oak tree nanny’s that taught me how to stand through the harshest crushing wind.   ©Susie Clevenger 2022 Shay's Word Garden Word List #9        

Where Gods Are Deaf

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  Time feeds empty with growls and cardboard beggar notes littering sidewalks.   In the shadows where gods are deaf addiction writes funeral songs one needle at a time.   At the corner of destitute and gentrification money complains about dandelion homeless marring their patio view.   With huff and demand police arrive as badged gardeners to weed concrete of souls who are considered blight in the garden of profit prime real estate.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021 Word Crafters Prompt

Not Every Match Strikes Gold

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  I used to be a chin up guy, beat the odds, never give up because hell is just a side trip. Funny how naïve weighs you down when reality ages you into cynicism. Listen kids…The devil loves glitter, the shine of the blind spot. He’ll offer you a cigar and scar you with the match.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #178

Wren in Pearls

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  Photography by Anne Brigman I’m dressed for clouds. Like a gray wren in pearls I am a monochrome relief pressed into sky arguing with sunlight.   ©Susie Clevenger 2021 Word Crafters Prompt

Notes on Abalone

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  In the cavern of whispers where sea and sand roam waves write love notes on abalone, and wait for dreamers wooed by the music of poetry to surrender to its seduction. ©Susie Clevenger 2021