stone dreaming

the woman
with pebble eyes
and river blood

sings inside water

her dragonfly wing
brushes my ears

she needs

the drought of her bones
is dry twigs

her mud skin
in lines tracing

I don’t read

the hurricane
her Spanish moss hair

she breaks

there is no one left
to tell it

all the witnesses

are dead

or refuse
to remember

***interesting dream.

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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6 Responses to stone dreaming

  1. Ian Moone says:

    sounds like a very interesting dream and a pretty good poem

  2. nelle says:

    Makes me thirsty. :-)

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