Middle of Nowhere




Love drugged me with a heart high,
but when the stars crashed, there
wasn’t a rehab in Arizona
to make me whole again.
Now I’m out in the middle of nowhere
trying to get the dream out of my skin.

Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #56

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  1. Eddie BluelightsMay 19, 2019 at 5:57 AM

    She'll have quite a job to kick it. Better to kick start that bike and fly like a bird and breath in gorgeous lingfulls of air. That is very intoxicating. Loved the poem, Suzie :)

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    1. Eddie BluelightsMay 20, 2019 at 3:14 PM

      lung fulls and Susie . . . my spellchecker intervening again

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  2. FireblossomMay 19, 2019 at 8:13 AM

    You and your closing lines, Susie. You are the mistress of them. I really love this, as it tells a whole story in a few words, and makes me feel right along with her. I've been out there far from home--in all senses of that phrase--just as most of us have, and this really brought it home to my heart.

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  3. C. SandlinMay 19, 2019 at 12:29 PM

    This imagery is stunning, the rise and the fall are vivid.

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  4. Carrie Van HornMay 19, 2019 at 7:14 PM

    Oh how the dream does get under our skin and in it. I am with Shay, your closing lines are always stunning! I have been there and your words have captured it perfectly Susie!!

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  5. iamthewalrusMay 20, 2019 at 8:32 AM

    Love can be a drug

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  6. Carrie Van HornMay 20, 2019 at 12:26 PM

    I am back to add.....I love the look of this blog!! Beautiful and evocative!!

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  7. Phoenix RetributionMay 22, 2019 at 9:36 AM

    Love the desire of healing and finding oneself. Beautiful!

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