The Sound of Ink

  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

  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