by Summer D Clemenson | Feb 18, 2025 | Poetry, Politics, Prayers & Thanksgiving
It is hard to think with my human mind Sometimes my spirit is on fire And I can’t imagine how to move The direct path is hard to see ~ Those who live in the spirit Cannot be judged They cannot be understood By those who live in the flesh ~ It is only God that knows...
by Summer D Clemenson | Jan 31, 2025 | Opinions, Poetry, Politics
Wednesday January 29, 2025 probably seemed like any other night Until Headline News screamed across the television screen in bright red letters An American Airlines jet and a military Black Hawk doing an annual night proficiency training flight had collided ~ 60...
by Summer D Clemenson | Jan 23, 2025 | Opinions, Poetry, Politics
Things we have never seen before have happened at his hand He has encouraged us to give way to violence and given control to white supremacist after they had been taught to be quiet ~ On January 6, 2021 our United States Capitol Building was attacked by a mob of over...
by Summer D Clemenson | Jan 16, 2025 | Poetry
I have always had to be brave I wasn’t allowed to be my authentic messy dysregulated human self You assumed you knew me that I was just like you ~ If it had been safe to be myself I would ask you about your day your dreams why you prefer to be alone or at least...
by Summer D Clemenson | Sep 20, 2024 | Poetry
I had my team even though I didn’t want them I wasn’t properly trained But my uniform was always properly attired Three yellow chevron on blue was always attractive and polished ~ An invisible sergeant I was never given a horse even though my specialty was cavalry It...
by Summer D Clemenson | Aug 14, 2024 | Poetry
He is natural in chaos I used to be but now I make different choices with all these emotions He commands the world regardless of the blood on his face and I wish the screaming in my head hadn’t begun when I saw the gunfire ~ The boy who shot him had hardly lived and...
by Summer D Clemenson | May 3, 2024 | Poetry
It has been a little over a week since you went home to Jesus I still have the bruises on my arthritic knees from when I got on the floor to look under the bed to make sure you were still alive I still have your claw marks on my thigh from when I was washing you...
by Summer D Clemenson | Apr 29, 2024 | About Summer, Poetry
I am not afraid of the Spirit within me I am not afraid of my emotions or memories that cause physical sensations deep in my muscles that remind me where I have been and how far I have come But I am afraid you will never see or hear who I really am ~ You offered me a...
by Summer D Clemenson | Apr 19, 2024 | Poetry
Each step I got to be there for was magic to me I wasn’t your mother I was your Auntie ~ Sometimes I fought for you because I saw something your parents couldn’t They thought it was a weakness I believed my perspective was a blessing I didn’t have...
by Summer D Clemenson | Mar 5, 2024 | Poetry
This sadness knocks the wind out her It is heavy like a coat soaked with rain Carrying it around makes it impossible to breathe yet she must Thank You that I knew her because with out her I wouldn’t be exactly who I am She is more than some of the reflection in...
by Summer D Clemenson | Jan 4, 2024 | About Summer, Poetry
The monster inside of me doesn’t care about what I think or feel or want to be I was born with this and I don’t think it cares how old I am It is part of my genealogy I see it in ancestors and a few who have come after me ~ I have tried to get rid of this thing that...
by Summer D Clemenson | Dec 30, 2023 | Poetry
To know you are so close but so far away hurts but I know you have things to do and I have got used to the ache I’ve loved you with all my heart and taught you to think for yourself ~ I’d hoped when you were a grown up we could be friends That no matter...
by Summer D Clemenson | Dec 27, 2023 | About Summer, Art, Poetry
Nana told me grandparents understand I had told her I was sad I had learned late it was my responsibility to make time for Grandma Clem ~ I was baking banana bread when she came to me My heart felt warm and I knew Grandma Clem was here ~ She told me she knew her son...
by Summer D Clemenson | Dec 23, 2023 | About Summer, Art, Poetry
I have been the daughter of a fool For so long I wanted you to remember you loved me to choose me one time ~ Back when we built things together and grew things in the dirt and danced to Thriller and Three Dog Night Before you dishonored our home Before you left Before...
by Summer D Clemenson | Dec 1, 2023 | Opinions, Poetry
I breathe in because I am human I say your name because you are human too I have lived the life of a performer The lights the bystanders the costumes and makeup They cost too much I don’t keep my secrets anymore They are too heavy I want my yes to be yes and my...
by Summer D Clemenson | Sep 11, 2023 | Art, Poetry
I hear her crying Sometimes raging She has lots of emotions She has suffered another great loss Reminders of her past Heirlooms of those she has loved A feeling of comfort for when they are ready for the next step forward The real loss is the truth that those things...
by Summer D Clemenson | Aug 2, 2023 | Poetry
You dumped rocks on my flowers You took what you needed When you gave me anything it was because you wanted more You’ve never asked me what I thought You’ve never spoken to my face You enlisted others to speak for you or about me Behind my back You locked...
by Summer D Clemenson | Jun 5, 2023 | Poetry
I don’t look it but I am the most gentle of flower You told me I walked like a football player I would never be loved or get a good job Instead of telling me I was strong, creative and reliable you told me I was slow, stubborn and had to have things my way I craved...
by Summer D Clemenson | Mar 31, 2023 | Poetry
Every lunatic I have ever thought of blocking on Facebook has been trying to reach me I must be made of stone still I feel like with the right amount of wind I could crumble ~ There are two kinds of women the ones you want to know and the ones that should jump off a...
by Summer D Clemenson | Mar 28, 2023 | Poetry
If I were to make my outside look like my inside you would probably say it was my fault The knife cuts and the razor blades would only embellish where the scars don’t already live ~ You wouldn’t smile at me while we spoke We would never speak honestly It wouldn’t...