Daily Archives: April 28, 2012

04/28/2012

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

for too long I have been politely silent it is now my season for shouting

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the lazy man

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

distilling images into pure form is hard work– & he calls himself lazy!

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who gets me versus who got me

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

For Thom the men who understand me are the peace marchers the world walkers the men who show up at my door travel-stained wearing recycled-tire sandals from Africa & who preach the gospel of pure veganism; the men that get … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #4): Church

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

She loved going to service with me Sunday mornings, until the rustling of 150 bibles turning to the right passage became a fluttering distraction how could she listen, get comfort when she was still frantically looking for the exact verse … Continue reading →

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Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading →

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Zoe’s haiku

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Remember the other day, when I wrote about Zoe and I trying out some haiku together?  She wants to share some with you 🙂 *** its state math test time our pencils tap the answer fingers drumming desks *** bright blue … Continue reading →

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Clarity (Haiku Heights Prompt 4/28)

Posted on April 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

waking, I comb out snarled colors/tangled dreaming groomed to clarity *** pure clarity of one drop of rainwater, poised on a blade of grass *** birdsong, like bright bells such rough, joyous clarity ringing in the day

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