Dance of Leaf Flames
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2M ago
  I dance with the dead, revel in the fallen splashes of color as they haunt the wind.   Oak leaves that summer stained blue sky with paint brush leaves of green now fall in cascades of orange and red.   Limbs stripped to their wooded bones speak of winter coming to frost night with sparkled shivers of dreams roaming indigo.   Caught in swirls of leaf flames I feel my childhood open its door of wonder to memories of the oak cradling my secrets.   Standing on sturdy roots I let them feed my spirit the power of resiliency to grow even in a world that seeks to mold me ..read more
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My Green Tabernacle
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3M ago
My tabernacle is the woods beyond the glass of my window.  It is there survival speaks to me, where hope grows the smallest green leaf on drought’s ravaged limb.  As I venture outside the glass, I am embraced by wind’s sermon of light that bears none of the restraints of man’s definition of God.  It is among the swaying hymns my heart is nurtured, my soul communes with joy, and my spirit finds the strength to persevere.  Susie Clevenger 2023 ..read more
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On Frayed Thread
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10M ago
Say Something – Written by  Ian Axel and Chad King Nothing hurts more than a question hung on a frayed thread of silence. No would have been a cleaner cut than the haunting ghost of indifference. If you don’t love me, at least give me the wound of saying it. ©Susie Clevenger 2023   ..read more
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I’ll Tie Your Shoelaces
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10M ago
  I’ll Stand by You –– Written by Chrissie Hynde I’ll be here when there are endings, when your heart spins out of control, or night lingers too far into sunrise. Scream into my shoulder, cry in my arms. When steps feel like a marathon, I’ll tie your shoelaces, hold your arm so you won’t fall. You’ve been there when I broke, held me together until I could figure out how to be whole. It’s my turn to help you carry what you can’t bear alone.  © Susie Clevenger ..read more
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Morning in Midnight’s Bath
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11M ago
 "I seated ugliness on my knee, and almost  immediately grew tired of it." - Salvador Dali. Shades of Night Descending, 1931 by Salvador Dali In the desert of obscure I plant myself as a rock. No matter how weathered or man carved by knife I remain the enigma the devil argues with. The rainfall of shadows has tried to drown me, flood me with dubiety  but I remain morning in midnight’s bath. I was formed beneath a bully’s boot pressed on my chest, defiant marble risen from the rotted breath of abuse. ©Susie Clevenger 2023 ..read more
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Uncharted Horizons Within
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11M ago
  “Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.” ― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room The Mustangs of Las Colinas –– Robert Glen In me is a wilderness, a voice,  a path where nothing restrains, demands explanation. I was born with nature’s psalms written on each heartbeat, wild mustang words full of sky, wings, and oak leaves encouraging me to embrace my freedom.  Sitting still I’m moving; in silence I speak. I am lightening and thunder, bright fuchsia and gray dust shadow. I am so many things and so much more to become. There are uncharted horizons within ..read more
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Window of Stars
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11M ago
The Starry Night –– Vincent Van Gogh “I often think that the night is more alive and more   richly colored than the day.” –Vincent Van Gogh May the flowers that dance in the sun feel the praise of starlight on their petals. If not for moon pools and glitter sky, bud and blossom would not hear the nightingale’s heart song. It’s in the sapphire ancient voices  whisper their stories on the wind, the owl keeps watch, feathered hands on the time clock of shadows. In the dream state of roses velvet petals forget about their thorns as their scent cradles star candles until nigh ..read more
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Truth is on the Endangered List
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11M ago
 “Would that it were so simple.” — Hail, Caesar! (2016) Why can’t truth be simple, not twisted on the tongue to storm it with conspiracy. What I wish to believe doesn’t mean it’s true. In this day of gaslight,  buzz words, and deflection I must consider who profits from discord…Who dances on disunion.  If I only play follow the leader, I can’t complain if I go over the cliff. ©Susie Clevenger 2023 ..read more
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Lemons, Vinegar, and BS
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11M ago
“Shaken, not stirred.” Goldfinger (1964) Cable news is like a bar, it serves the shake up, stirs up controversy, and pours out head lines like a happy hour drunk fest. It’s a martini made of lemons, vinegar, and bullshit. They’re a table full of talking heads speculating on could be, while writing a new list of what “if’s in case the first fails the second. I don’t care about the itinerary  of a criminal when kids are taking to the streets to protest another day of bullets bringing death to their schools. ©Susie Clevenger 2023 ..read more
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2 G's of Impossible Distance
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11M ago
 “Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.”  Wall Street (1987) Greed is always hungry. It wants to be the first in line, keep its plate full, bully to keep others empty. Greed and Good share the same first letter, but the distance between their meanings is a universe selfish will never travel.  Susie Clevenger 2023 ..read more
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