I went looking
for visions
broken shale
bruising soles
barefoot, because skin
needs to touch earth
flatly
when you hunt gods
at least
that is what
the trees told me
& I believe
those roots
16 thoughts on “I went looking”
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Susan Daniels Poetry
Poetry from rural Western New York
skin needs to touch earth… yes
Ina, thank you. It does.
And again, I agree. Beautifully written, Susan.
George–thank you so much–your comments are much appreciated.
Watch out for snakes! So many snake stories over the last two days, ayeeeee! Enjoy.
barefoot, because skin
needs to touch earth
flatly
when you hunt gods
at least
that is what
the trees told me
& I believe
those roots
The single lines just float there wonderfully. “when you hunt gods”, what a line. This was a very nice read.
Danny–thanking you. I had fun with it, so glad you enjoyed it too!
Yes, always believe the roots — for they give you wings of words to share.
I’m so glad to find your poems, Susan.
Yay, poetry is not only alive, but THRIVing on the Net!
I like your daughter’s header self-portrait too.
Jannie, thank you! So much appreciate the comment, and nice to “meet” you! The full version of the self portrait is on my “About” page–I love what that girl can do with paper and media…Zoe and I thank you.
do you kill the gods you hunt?
Nope. I believe Annie Dillard had a cat once that tried.
That’s a coincidence! The maroons I was telling you about when you commented on my poem “Afobaka Dam” consider some trees as gods or holy places where gods live. You might happen to meet one of them.
wow, talk about poet’s minds crossing;…I think ours just did!
i want to say that there could be some native culture in this a tad. cause i really like it:)
Know what, Don, there is, but not sure if it is our NA culture by itself, or a hybrid