stability is a coin toss away
he said, but magical thinking
went the way of daisy heads for me
when i stripped feelings petal by petal
hoping he did love me–
much easier to ask the man
instead of a daisy
and who needs magic when
if you give me 59 small stones for my pocket
i will skip prayers across my creek
for you in whispers.
that’s my faith–
not in any bald flower
but in stones and things harder than stone;
casual, common, and grounded
knowing pebbles can be a rosary
and prayer is not just inside a voice,
but in the skipping over.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
You are so prolific! Amazing writing – I love it!
Thank you, Jules!
Wow! Beautiful shifts in imagry.
Thank you, Georgia.
“Prayer is not just inside a voice, but in the skipping over.” Loved this poem !!!
Oh, thanks so very much!
Stones and creeks are a risky combination – they must be some powerful whispers!
My creek is narrow & shallow here, so they do not have to be shouted 😉
“Skip prayers across my creek” – your poetry is so evocative and real..It’s a pleasure to visit you every day..
Mimi–thank you! Enjoy visiting you, too 🙂
exceptional !
Thanks, Deb…
Another good one. Just when I find a line I like, another rolls into view.
Nelle, thank you! I liked this one myself (and I normally do not like my own words, because they are too close, if that makes any sense…)
Beautifully composed, Susan. I will skip prayers across my creek for you in whispers. I can hear that. More than hear–I can feel it.
Oh, George–again thanking you. I am not sure where this came from (are we ever?), but I did like so much the idea of skipping prayer for someone/anyone who asks.
Beautifully written.
Thank you!
As a child growing up skipping stones, I often wondered about the ones that made it all the way across…know I know where they went. They ended up in the pocket a poet to be whispered again to the other side, only this time on a wing and a prayer. Love this
Oh, Rhonda–this is a beautiful comment, too! Thank you.
YW