The Sound of Ink

  Image by Tanya Layko (Таня Лайко) We are contradictions sharing the same mirror, neon and neutral blush swimming a dream to be more than faces assigned by eyes to be one reflection.   I wear my heart in pressed coral while you keep yours in the secluded view of trusted.   We burn the candle at both ends, my wick reaching the center in an ashy blink, while yours flirts with oxygen in sputtering wisps of patience.   We are from a single stem blooming as different flowers, the eyes folly identical always flows the same direction. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 I'm honored to have my poem in June 2021 issue of Visual Verse

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