if stone had eyes
they would be these two
on this head
tilting to watch me
on this small dinosaur neck
curved in an S
to an I
she is writing me
though I cannot read
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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Enjoyed this; just moved a tortoise out of the way of my lawn mower an hour ago, strange. I came across your poem scrolling through the recent blog postings while taking a break. Yours was the first that seemed promising; glad I did. I read several more of your poems and was impressed. I will read through your archives as I can. Happy writing.
Thanks, Leo. Nice to “meet” you! I stopped over for a short visit, and am going to have to go back later, after I devour some poetry I just got in the mail!
Maybe you can’t read their language but you know they are there and you make contact.
🙂 yes–and we said hello
Say hello for me too. 🙂
I suspect tortoises are much smarter than us so even if we could talk to them, they’d be way over our heads.
yes, they would. This one seemed quite wise.
conjures images of a photograph I saw on facebook some months back!
Ah–but this one was a real tortoise in Florida, a long, long time ago 🙂
Watching my imaginary tortoises rising from shallow water today did trigger the memory/poem, though. Such keen eyes and even sharper memory your have!
Tu me flattes, flatteuse!
Main non, mon ami! Je le parle vraiment! As tu besoin de la langage trop de doux?
funny I was googling about the oldest one this morning, I think it was 278 years old, man that is impressive
That is SO very impressive.
Kind of makes me feel young 😉
Susan I had a feeling to read this one super sloww and the picture came together like a puzzle ~very cool!1