Showing posts from December, 2019

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. Real Toads ~ Play it Again! With Real Toads

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