Daily Archives: August 2, 2012

waking up in the middle of a poem

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not dream poetry my bones speak it while I sleep pipe sound like a fugued whisper murmuring through veins quiet as blood but more metered, carried to where words are shaped awake before dreams snap closed completely and … Continue reading →

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Pantoum (before)

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I do not remember innocence. I was never in any first garden, This life sprung from dust and breath blended Before I knew death was hungry. Our bonding was never ideal. I was never in any first garden, Tasting temptation and finding … Continue reading →

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dust

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

rain is a tease when dirt rises to spin in vision like small dervishes dancing prayers or hides between roots never enough water to fill wells to feed these sticks I planted & there I can see it the great … Continue reading →

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when you smile my name

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this feeling opens from the toes up hums joy deeper than sweet more gentle than any hands & belongs to you

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