The Sound of Ink

  “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 cavern where voices smother stars she is the lantern muse of poets who hunger to write a path to open sky.  ©Susie Clevenger 2020 The Sunday Muse #129 Theia ~ Greek Goddess of Sight and Heavenly Light

The walls around me feel tighter against my spirit like blue jeans that no longer fit because I fed my feelings.   Anxiety flushes my skin forcing me to attempt to shake it off with pacing.   My erratic walk takes me to my library where brightly colored art greets me from every wall in the room.   I slowly turn letting my eyes feast on brush strokes, dancing images, fantasy figures sailing a paper moon sky.   My mood shifts with electric shocks of inspiration as I absorb the energy of hope, talent, vision, each artist poured into their paintbrushes.   The binding rope of dark emotions I carried into the room slips away, and I feel the creative strength of others lift me, encourage me today is the only door I need to open. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #26

I bloom in the back of his mind where tea leaves speak and blood is thicker than tears. He walks hat tipped in salute to every dreamer that catches my silhouette in the wink of his words. Pin striped lanky limbs struggle to keep him centered, but I am the ink writing him out of his mind. There’s no warning when a pen breaks a glass heart, or madness finds a mirror. Love is never born from common sense. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 This poem first appeared in Visual Verse  and was inspired by the artwork of   Craig Carry The photo I used here is by  Alex Fu  via Pexels. Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform