Susan Daniels Poetry

Posted on July 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

Gorgeous–need I say more?

the storms
beat down the sunflowers
like the year they bent the corn
into cursive,
curves and coils around the barn and house
we forgot it was a death-bringing
so aroused were we by this supposed letter
from the gods.
this is how it always happens
in movies or in history:
five years and a rain comes
to lay down its million
bodies on husk sheets
makes itself a madness
for the earth’s wide empty mouth
and fills the barking dogs with broken branches
so we forget the thing
called drought.

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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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