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Monthly Archives: August 2012
This is perfection (and not unlike my own process), but said so softly, and so beautifully.
Posted in New Free Verse
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kryptonite does not apply
you see past my half answers to where truth vibrates as if all those comic books with x-ray vision knew you could uncover everything hidden and wrote about it except you are not superman with a fatal flaw just someone who … Continue reading
if we had ever
if we had ever in these seven years danced together you would know the one way I would let you lead me without question if not the only place but with heels on I am taller than you by inches … Continue reading
just here
we live in the bright of the sun the cupped palms of this valley holding gently everything together even the sky laughs blueness on our shoulders warmly and bends to stroke smooth his reflection in shallow pond water edged with … Continue reading
squashed
gold and green on vines summer’s ripe frantic giving past appreciation of this heaviness heaving into sight desperate for handling rolling our eyes, tired of phallic snickers already how many times is something so green so generous going to announce itself … Continue reading
Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:
the year our garden gave too much we sold zucchini at the roadside my father’s farmer friend drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry as we stole his business & we two (capitalists…
Posted in New Free Verse
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midway
you must be this tall to fly it always rains during fairtime to soften dust and frying oil you must be this tall to ride into scents blurring in pastels to tint air with cotton candy blooming onions & caramel … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged Dverse poetry prompt: Impressionistic poem, Erie County Fair, fair, midway, poetry, rain, rides
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Susan Daniels Poetry 