if hate has a voice
it starts quiet as steam
escaping through cracks in rock
until the hissing amplifies
to volcanic roars
that no words can shout over
or stop.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Really enjoyed this Susan, very true!
Thank you, Sarah!
well said, Susan! Great Poetry comes to your so easily! what a gift!
My response –
If hate had a pen,
its ink would surge, overrun and melt pen and nib,
its acid sap sipping
into sweaty palms
corroding and melting sinews
and twisted tortured phalanges
oh! that is wonderful! I don’t know if I want to encourage you to post that on your blog on its own or tag it onto mine as an impromptu joint effort. Your thoughts?
if hate has eyes
they would see nothing
pale & staring
corneas scarred white
from heat
Surely this is how hate will sound !!!
yes…
Good to see more poetic responses like the great one from Noel, which led to another poem from Susan.
If Hate was a lighthouse
Its foghorn would be discordant
And it would get stuck like some faulty car alarm
Going off for hours
Its light would cease to work in winter storms
But the electricians won’t find the problem
Hate is always getting short
oh, this is great too, David!
*shivers*
Yeah. Noel tweaked this from something he shared on twitter–wonderful poem: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hate-that-i-hate/
If hate had wings
It would fly
Wings spread wide
Carried swiftly by the wind
Blowing back and forth
Rapid and slow
Hovering over its ignorant victims
Slowly descending
Snatching them
Just in time
To soar high
WOW, Boomie. OK, here’s what I am gonna do–I am going to combine all of us together…It’s a 4-way work. All this good stuff is too good to stay in the comments.
Volcanic and dangerous!
it certainly is.
How we interpret noise from another does take a certain distressing ache.
Certainly does, Deb.
Wow you certainly inspired some great poetry from your readers!
Yeah–unbelievable!
Susan you’ve created a workshop. How wonderful!
I cannot believe how much great poetry these little lines evoked. Humbling!
It’s awesome, as was the quartet! Well done!
Thanks, sis…
Oh I love this Susan. Your words have actually given a voice to hate.
Thanks, Celestine. Now I need to do one for love 😉