water cursive

my children write cursive
on stone
with stick pens
and creek water ink

I write something
less permanent
than this

the scribed love song

of a cicada
17 years underground
tasting tree roots
and silently digging

climbs from mud
and out of this faded skin
to fly one day
or two
before starvation
weakens wings

and gravity claims
that weight

again part of the soil

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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22 Responses to water cursive

  1. Seb says:

    In it’s own way, then, it is eternal.

  2. And the cicadas find their place in poetry.

  3. Rhonda says:

    katy dids. that’s what we call them. love their song of summer, hate finding their skeletons all over the place. ugly they are, but to be admired for wanting to fly in order to die. much like the dragons i love so much. beautiful susan.

  4. Deborah Avila says:

    A redwood of of a poem!! Glorious !

  5. Another great one – Susan!

  6. I was just explaining to some Canadian friends what the 17 year locusts are like, what an incredible experience it is watching them emerge and literally “popping” out of the ground. This is a special pleaure known only to some of us.

    I like the way you include them here with the references to your children and their writing, the creek water, and your own creation. You know me, I love that kind of blending, that connecting with the elements and the elementals. And I really like your title.

  7. Cicadas are real wonders of nature. Thanks for reminding.

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