Daily Archives: August 15, 2012

weaving the impossible

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

interesting, this; how we move separately but in unison, a choreographed spontaneity that we meet and learn from each other & defy miles in the way these throats open as one singing voice braided smoothly, or threads strung on opposing edges of … Continue reading →

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Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Originally posted on Belated Words:
Happy Earth Day! Keep the faith. In the beginning… not really the beginning, but a beginning almost comprehensible, a malleable mass twirling on the blowers pipe, Earth was cast from Heaven, thrown down spinning from…

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Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This is–perfection!

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the land tortoise

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if stone had eyes they would be these two unblinking pebbles on this head tilting to watch me balanced on this small dinosaur neck curved in an S then straightening to an I she is writing me in cursive though … Continue reading →

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whatever color heron (s)he is

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is why I wait on the bank mouth stung with the acid of tomatoes to watch this heron my aunt called blue but my mother insisted was officially green argument never settled & unimportant to this bird stilting in … Continue reading →

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butterflies

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

They fly always in twos white butterflies in spiral flutters around each other and sometimes tracing together figures of eight or is it infinity they wing always looping their together slowly never touching

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the bank

Posted on August 15, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is how a soul feeds puts down roots grows something like a tree matter & stretching not taller just up because that is what trees know (at least in this poem where I put words to their mouthlessness) leaning … Continue reading →

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