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Eternity Through Sunglasses

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 “The clouds, – the only birds that never sleep.” - Victor Hugo     Drugged with sunlight she hallucinates a sky sea filled with flocks of insomniac clouds scouring the devils from eternity with cotton tipped wings. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #169

Dream Walk of Melancholy

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  Night burns its lamp moon across my skin where light seeks a vein.   High on twilight I roam shadows until monsters no longer dance in my head.   In the tree above me I hear a nightingale sing its heart into the wind.   Companions of melancholy we watch stars climb closer to the sun and wait for morning to erase our silhouettes.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021

Assumption of Identical

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  Image by Tanya Layko (Таня Лайко) We are contradictions sharing the same mirror, neon and neutral blush swimming a dream to be more than faces assigned by eyes to be one reflection.   I wear my heart in pressed coral while you keep yours in the secluded view of trusted.   We burn the candle at both ends, my wick reaching the center in an ashy blink, while yours flirts with oxygen in sputtering wisps of patience.   We are from a single stem blooming as different flowers, the eyes folly identical always flows the same direction. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 I'm honored to have my poem in June 2021 issue of Visual Verse

Gemini Sisters of May

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  In the very much alike totally opposite we dance a waltz in moon soaked shoes collecting butterfly wings in sapphire ink.   Poet twins of different muses our eyes travel the spaces between light and dark to find words and visions to paint the alphabet into unique fingerprints united through poetry.   Gemini sisters of May we feast on spring to grow flowers in winter and splash journals with words so tomorrow won’t go hungry.  ©Susie Clevenger 2020 For my Gemini poets Carrie and Shay The Sunday Muse #161

The I Am of Wings

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  Whispering leaf bones of pines emerald my window as the last gasp of winter foams the horizon.   My heart lifts a psalm of spring in goosebumps along my arms.   The constancy of season’s change breaks the glue of grief I’ve been mired in.   For a few chords of hallelujahs I am the wings I begged God to send me. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #149

Brushstroke in Wonderland

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  In the pristine sparkle where footprints don’t mar sunlight or ruffle the coverlet of new fallen snow I am a mere brushstroke in wonderland holding space for poets who need to fill their eyes with ink. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #145

Glittering My Gloom

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  “The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence; the past is a place of learning, not a place of living.”  ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart Yesterday loves to stalk me, haunt with mistakes, and braid my hair with fear self-revelation is a soap opera I’ll rewrite each day in my new season of blame.   I’m done wearing 2020 glasses. Lessons learned are humming through my DNA, surging through my ink and tying my shoelaces. I won’t dance through spilled wine waiting to fall.   I’m grabbing an umbrella, throwing glitter in the air and balancing on the sparkle. Why not? Every pool of optimism needs a hypomanic lifeguard when Eeyore comes to swim.   ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #143