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Ink of My Shelter

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Oh, a storm is threat'ning my very life today...If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away - Rolling Stones

I crawl into ink where pain has no blood stains and agony is anesthetized with poetry.
Torment penned on confession’s diary shelters me from the needle points of terrifying silence.
Folded into butterflies I send my voice on wings praying the world outside my prison will rescue me.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
For all those who must shelter in place with abusers...May you be heard...May you be rescued.
Inspired by Carrie Thackeray Van Horn's Shelter prompt at Word Crafters

Aztec Survivor

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She’s an old girl, feather ruffled with echoes of every show that haunts her stage.
The march to modern tagged her eyesore, but she held the historical ace close to her breast, and winked her glass paned eyes when the wrecking ball played its losing hand.
When the 1920’s danced its way to the bottom, she was wearing crystal sparkles and singing tomorrow will rise from the speculation of hell.
Youth likes to rattle its dimes to put age in its place, but the Aztec is a San Antonio Rose in the swamp sprawl of condos proving money can’t buy what seasoned grace can deliver.
©Susie Clevenger 2020

The Sunday Muse #108

Blue Sky of My Aquarium

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"The Sea Inside"  painting by Samy Charnine
Seated in the eye of my aquarium I am a spectacle drawing stares from transgressors fishing windows for reasons to protest.
Plastic tongues spill their pollution against glass that muffles the noise into harmless gurgles.
Unaffected by the frenzy of sharks I cast my eyes toward white clouds and slip into the dream of a blue-sky ocean.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
The Sunday Muse #105


Garden of the Moon

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Where eternity slips through the narrows of the moon, time flies with dragonfly wings through Adam’s rib to test how much weight Eve will be pressed to carry.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 24 Inspired by #skyloverwordlist - narrow - Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 24

Seeding Wings

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“You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”  ― Annie Dillard

On this mountain where nothing grows but stones I must seed the wind with wings, and learn to fly when I leap into the unknown.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 22 Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist Real Toads Poets of April
Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 22

Peace Under a Streetlight

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Across the street a gray and white cat stations itself on a square of sidewalk and waits for me to open my front door.
We are both hungry, he for the food I scatter, and I for the purring comfort of trust.
It is our streetlight ritual where peace isn’t bound by rules of separation.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 18
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - stations

Sometimes poetry isn't a grand work of wording...It's the echo of honesty.
Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 18
Flash Fiction Friday 55

Rejecting the Wound

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Bitter likes to talk behind your back, carve your bones into its distortion.
Conversation’s acrid knife searches tears to judge its wound.
Put trust in your own reflection, not the cutting silver of wicked’s tongue.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napworimo2020 Day 16
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - Conversation And this image from Real Toads In The Remains of This Month (April) taken by Karin Gustafson

Real Toads - April 2020 - Day 16