Feathers to Consider

 

Check the Microphone

 His tongue has wings,

his eyes a jar of rumors.

 Give him an audience

and he’ll poison a flock.

 Be careful what your ears are fed.

It’s hard to lose the weight

of assumptions.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2022

A Cage is a Cage

Pretty wire doesn’t

make a cage warmer.

It doesn’t matter

how much glitter

is on the wings,

the song will always

cry freedom. 

©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Shadow in My Voice

 Testing shadows

to see how loud

I can crow.

 It’s in dark places

you learn the strength

of your wings.

©Susie Clevenger 2022

Owning the Glass

 Check your reflection.

You may not be pleased

when someone else

holds the mirror.

©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Sunday Muse #206

Comments

  1. JimApril 9, 2022 at 3:58 PM

    Nice observations, Susie:
    Fake News
    Unjust Incarceration
    Practice Makes Perfect
    Proof Before Pu lishing

    Political situations, the first two are baddies with me.
    ..

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyApril 9, 2022 at 5:02 PM

    Wonderful, Susie. I especialy love "It's in the dark places you learn the strength of your wings."

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  3. Carrie BurttApril 9, 2022 at 8:48 PM

    I love every gorgeous poem but my two favorites are a cage is a cage and the shadow in my voice! I am so glad you joined us for the Muse my friend!

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  4. David BogomolnyApril 10, 2022 at 1:09 AM

    Susie - I loved the first poem and wasn't expecting a second, third, or fourth! But I read them all several times in a row, and the insights they convey somehow feel to me like they flow into one another very smoothly and naturally...

    David [ben Alexander]
    http://skepticskaddish.com/

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  5. robkistnerApril 10, 2022 at 3:16 AM

    I loved rhe two pieces I wrote for this prompt — you should come read them.,

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  6. FireblossomApril 10, 2022 at 5:03 AM

    I read and commented on FB, but I liked every one of these, Susie.

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  7. HelenApril 10, 2022 at 5:05 PM

    There is a profound wisdom in each poem. Accumulated through years of living .. the joys, the grief, the simple, the complex. Brava.

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  8. Marion HortonApril 11, 2022 at 1:36 AM

    Wonderful quartet of poems Susie. The cages bring to mind Maya Angelou.

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  9. hedgewitchApril 11, 2022 at 6:58 AM

    You've found something visceral and important to say about each of these images, Susie. Pretty wire, indeed. And the first one really hits home these days.

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  10. .April 16, 2022 at 3:50 PM

    Reread these a few times.
    Brilliant!!

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