The Sound of Ink

Ribbon highways tempt with destinations,  bright electric exits without melancholy brooding in the rear-view mirror.   I normally don’t look back, mind rake my yesterdays to garden good times, but stuck in non-direction even images of my overweight self are sunlight on a monochrome Sunday.   Sitting at my table of wishes I watch a cardinal through my window, drink another cup of tea, and ponder if a journey begins with a single step, how do I reach Shambala by pacing quicksand? ©Susie Clevenger 2020 I was honored to have my photo as inspiration to spark poetry at The Sunday Muse. The Sunday Muse #116 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #28

She dreams of stones, smooth, black heart shapes skipping across the lake. Love doesn’t turn pink just because Valentine’s are dyed rosy. He should have opened her card. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 Sunday Muse ~ Wednesday Muse #12 ~ Sevenling Poem

  "The most wasted of all days is one without laughter." e. e. cummings Do you like crackers with your bananas? I do like a little cackle in my crazy so the happier the noise the less bitter the eye. I once asked bread, “Do you get scared when I stare at you through the oven window?” My daughter’s reaction was priceless. The yeast lost its rise in the giggles, but betting on a set of rolled eyes was a winner. I’ve been known to flaunt fashion. My junior year I wore a bright orange dress to prom and pranced among pastels in catwalk Halloween. My dress spoke louder than their hairspray. My motto is: “Don’t take yourself too seriously because the mirror has memory, and never wear leggings to a buffet. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 Sunday Muse: Wednesday Muse #11 ~ I love to laugh!