the poem I wanted to write

there was a poem
this morning
looping colored cursive arcs
on the ceiling

ready for paper–

it was something simple

like how your voice
wings to my ears
& our laughing braids across miles
or is it inches

between us

the degrees
of separation
are unclear
to me, somehow
debatable

but I had words
waiting
that spoke to this

that I wrote
with water ink
on leaves

blown off
& gone

before they could
be caught

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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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20 Responses to the poem I wanted to write

  1. Seb says:

    Words are just wallpaper – the idea is the wood you stick them too. as long as you have them, the poem has a room to live in.

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    mmm i think something got “caught” (smile)

  3. nelle says:

    I’m pondering this one right in the middle of pondering some editing. Can I run on dual tracks? If I see the words, I’ll catch ‘em for ya.

  4. Rhonda says:

    awoke with another poem in your mind that fled from the bed before your hand reached the nightstand? you may have lost something…but this was NOT it. you found it somewhere…under your pillow?

    • ;) found some of it. The rest of it seeped away as I stopped writing it and read about that stuff in NY.

      • Rhonda says:

        and your disgust and frustration is definitely felt in THAT piece too. There really is no answer because so many do not want to hear the question. Why. Maybe getting rid of the guns, or make them harder to get…but I think this sick bastards would just find another way. Sorry Susan, it’s horrible and senseless.

  5. davidtrudel says:

    I don’t typically walk around with pen and paper at hand so ideas fly through my head and disappear all the time. Waking out of a dream you lost a good one – maybe that’s some kind of motivating impulse to keep you searching for the lost phrases.

  6. Deborah Avila says:

    To me, you have taken the minimum and created the maximum~ LOVE you doll.

  7. doncarroll says:

    really like this susan. i’m sold on that first stanza:)

  8. Yeah, I know th feeling, Susan. You’ve capytured it beautifuly, as always

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