Twisted Outback


The wolf reads my state of mind
like it was a plump unaware child.

A true friend, she knows what I’ll say
before it bleeds from my tongue,
and will nip at my heels to keep
me from chasing dead ends.

We survive the twisted outback
of misinformation by weighing what
we know against the desire to waste precious air.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

The Sunday Muse #96




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  1. FireblossomFebruary 22, 2020 at 3:23 PM

    They are mind readers for sure.

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  2. JimFebruary 22, 2020 at 3:49 PM

    "Misinformation", bane of politics.
    Fake News!! You have it right!!
    ..

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  3. HelenFebruary 22, 2020 at 5:58 PM

    These days I refuse to waste precious air ..... happy weekend!

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  4. Carrie Van HornFebruary 22, 2020 at 7:35 PM

    True friends always know. A powerful poem Susie!! So glad you joined in today!!

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  5. anthonynorthFebruary 23, 2020 at 3:26 AM

    Great words, and so true. Nice one.

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  6. qbitFebruary 23, 2020 at 5:28 AM

    "We survive the twisted outback
    of misinformation by weighing what
    we know against the desire to waste precious air."

    -- great way to land this. Captures an essence of the photo, the stillness, the mutual and unspoken understanding.

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  7. C. SandlinFebruary 23, 2020 at 5:50 AM

    Love the wolf as balance and guide--as the image of a strong conscience it works really well.

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  8. tonispencerFebruary 23, 2020 at 7:17 AM

    Like a plump child...tricksy Susie, tricksy. And wasting precious air...powerful indeed.

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  9. R's RueFebruary 23, 2020 at 7:28 AM

    Thank you. Something to ponder.

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  10. hedgewitchFebruary 23, 2020 at 9:26 AM

    Goodness Susie--this one has great bite and presence, from the very first words drawing blood--you've taken a suggestive picture and filled it out into a real place, a frightening one, but also a place of certainty, something mostly lacking in our twisted outback of a society today. A sharp and penetrating write; I loved it from first image to last statement.

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  11. purplepeninportland.comFebruary 23, 2020 at 4:51 PM

    Beautiful, thoughtful words, Susie.

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  12. Other MaryFebruary 24, 2020 at 12:17 PM

    Sharp, biting wit here, Susie. And happy birthday to you!

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  13. SusanFebruary 24, 2020 at 2:46 PM

    "the twisted outback
    of misinformation" Great line! And when a kindred spirit can keep us from following these dead ends, we are indeed lucky!

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 24, 2020 at 6:18 PM

    Yes, my Pup was very psychic............hope you are having wonderful birthday and are being duly celebrated.

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  15. JimFebruary 26, 2020 at 5:08 AM

    A true friend indeed, she sits next to Conscience.
    Fun read and different.
    ..

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