perspective (underfoot)

I am growing things

my mud feet
my root fingers
my sunflower stem spine
are common
but not as fragile
as you think

I am quiet but not voiceless

beneath your feet
under your machines
silent does not mean weak

I am stone breaking

you forget how hot
this melted rock blood
I pulse burns

I am earth

how my breath
is ashes falling soft
in quiet snow
that never melts
& smothers cities
with a sigh

I am hungry

remember this mouth
will swallow your bones
in the end

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to perspective (underfoot)

  1. Green Speck says:

    A horror poem it seems !!!

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    I love the structure of this poem Susan. the flow of the two images and ideas is really strong

  3. Deborah Avila says:

    Volcanic voluminous beauty!

  4. Rhonda says:

    We have been WARNED! Great Susan

  5. doncarroll says:

    like this very much susan. to me it appears it has elements of indian nature in it:)

  6. Freud would love this – on first reading!
    beautiful, strong!

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