Showing posts from October, 2020

Wild Ride of Palette and Brush

The highway is a paintbrush and wide-open canvas. Talent doesn’t sit in the corner like a wall flowerbegging a dance…Creative likes the wind in its hair,wheels humming music through a landscape of star stunned palettes thirsting for revelation.Do you think Dali, Frida, or Van Gogh had any F’cksto give about societal maps trying to plot their destinations?I’d love to take a convertible ride with the three of them,slap conformity in the ass, and conjure daydreamsfrom smoke rings storming the air.
 ©Susie Clevenger 2020The Sunday Muse #131


“No my friend, darkness is not everywhere, for here and there  I find faces illuminated from within; paper lanterns among the dark trees.” ― Carole Borges
In the midnight cavernwhere voices smother starsshe is the lantern muse of poetswho hunger to write a path to open sky. ©Susie Clevenger 2020The Sunday Muse #129
Theia ~ Greek Goddess of Sight and Heavenly Light

Raven's Cradle

Image: Alexas Photos - Pixabay The dead in me joins October leavesin their decaying crush to crumble toward spring.With every raking of unnecessary I deny night monsters their insomniac delightin watching me pace hours I can’t reclaim.Raven wing shadows usher Poe’s ink to coffindaylight’s misery so sleep can write its poemsacross my weary eyelids.
©Susie Clevenger 2020Friday Flash 55