for that personal god

drawing visions
from the well of my spirit

you stir blood into singing

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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18 Responses to for that personal god

  1. George Ellington says:

    Hmm. Visions, a well (cauldron, maybe?), stirring blood. A bit MacBethian of you, perhaps. Quite appeals to my Scottish blood.

    • Thanks, George–these were the lines that came to me right before sleep last night–the ones I scrawled and was pleased to find I could actually read this morning! Ohhh–my mother was Scot-Irish-French with a smattering of other things, so maybe that is where it came from***smiles***

  2. boomiebol says:

    A classic feel to this one…I love poems like this

  3. doncarroll says:

    love this little muse piece:) but why no like button here? or is it just on my end?

  4. Simple and yet powerful

  5. unfetteredbs says:

    I really digging the micropoetry I have been reading today.. LIKE

    • Oh, thanks, m’dear. I sat up in the middle of the night to write this, glasses off, scrawling by the light of the alarm clock 😉

      I was thrilled to be able to read my own writing the next morning!

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