The Sound of Ink

Darling, your lips hold the last poem of a dying star we once stormed with wishes. With the luxury of innocence we raced toward tomorrow as if we could own eternity. Now in this galaxy of empty moons reality swallows the echo of promises. We are a falling flame that doesn’t burn. How curious it is love can draw us close enough to trust goodbye. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 I used Kerry's prompt  Kerry Says ~ Let's Find Our Poetic Voice  to write my poem. Real Toads ~ Play it Again! With Real Toads

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

Love drugged me with a heart high, but when the stars crashed, there wasn’t a rehab in Arizona to make me whole again. Now I’m out in the middle of nowhere trying to get the dream out of my skin. Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse #56

It’s not where I was, but where I am I see in your eyes. You hold my history in your lungs, yet no breath of my error escapes them. I am lost and found in the starlight you carry me in… Love grows with every joy, every trial, every moment I see myself through your eyes. ©Susie Clevenger 2019   The Sunday Muse #53