The Sound of Ink

Ms. Rainbow enters the stage in her gown of charmeuse silk quoting Wordsworth and silences the sun’s soliloquy on his relationship with clouds. Her theatrics are more jealous tantrum than artful expression or love of poetry. For all her brilliant colors she only draws a moment’s adulation before her attraction begins to fade. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform

It’s not where I was, but where I am I see in your eyes. You hold my history in your lungs, yet no breath of my error escapes them. I am lost and found in the starlight you carry me in… Love grows with every joy, every trial, every moment I see myself through your eyes. ©Susie Clevenger 2019   The Sunday Muse #53