beyond words,
I have echoed
the pulse of this planet,
felt shifts
in heat and magnetism
drift from pole to pole
in worship, sometimes
there is a vow of silence
or a moment of it
wordlessness begins
a knowing, an essential chime
opening, flowering,
vibrating
between us and everything
and us the bell sounding
in sighs
words make distinctions
that do not exist
outside language
beyond words, before them,
and past them
we are part of one thing
there is no distinction
without naming
and with naming, division
and with division, loss
to explain this better
I would have to hold your face
in my hands, and ask you to listen to me
not talking
Susan Daniels Poetry 
very moving Susan!
Thanks, Audra!
dig this one susan and love the ending on it:)
Thank you! I still don’t feel I have caught what I have been trying to catch this past few days, but it is closer 🙂
I love how you pinpoint the origins of division and word it in such an eye gripping way. I’d add insecurity to the mix somewhere, because it drives as much on this planet as the Coriolis effect.
Nelle–thanks 🙂
I like the idea of adding insecurity/vulnerability, because we are all of us those things, because of our fragility.
Beautiful !!!
Thank you 🙂
A treasure of words
David in Maine USA
Thank you, David!
The concluding stanza is what affects me most.
Thanks, Jeremy. Again, I am not catching completely what I want to say here…but it’s getting there.
I can picture Christ taking hold of my face and saying everything I’ve ever wanted or needed to hear with his eyes~this has spoken to my quiet self that longs without spoken words~ ty ty ty
Deb–thank you–what you say here is beautiful…and I feel it.
Powerful, poignant and very well written.
thank you! Can’t tell you how much I appreciate the visit.
The pleasure is mine, Susan. You are such a fine poetress.
…and now I am a red poetess from blushing. Thanks so much–means a lot coming from one whose work I just discovered and admire so much.
ow! And now I am the one blushing ‘neath my black face. Followign you now.
😉
This is stunning, Susan! Given the inadequacy of words , one should simply shut up and drink this poem in all its sweetness as it explores language, the sensuous and human emotions. what can one say about heat, pole to pole (the freudian in me blushes), magnetism, flowering, opening …..I must stop…I will see see my parish priest at the confessional once I return from my vacation and tell him that i read and enjoyed this poem!
…please add to your confession that you made this poet blush so hard she lit up an already sunny living room! I have never been told before that reading anything I write (well, poetry at least) was a sinful pleasure before. I like it 🙂
Oh, and thanks–you flattered me so well, I misplaced my manners 🙂