The Sound of Ink

  In the cavern of whispers where sea and sand roam waves write love notes on abalone, and wait for dreamers wooed by the music of poetry to surrender to its seduction. ©Susie Clevenger 2021

Can I swim the desert where the sea died or does sand filled lungs fear drowning? Out where my echo coughs with grit tomorrow is an erasure wind condemned to whisk a footprint’s progression into the mirage of never begun. Hope is a doorway placed in the middle of empty to pour a glass half full. The why is known…The can be encouraged. I am a river of one hoping to become a flood filled with dreamers. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 The Sunday Muse #92 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #4