skimming
the skin of things
always
in dragonfly lightness
just brushing the real
with these wings
do you know
what carries us,
flowing above
the elemental?
there are layers
over layers
& they are named
i have seen the veins
we cannot reach past mantle
to touch them
beneath tectonic plates
& asthenosphere
where properties shift
under pressure
i will tell my feelings
in movements of the earth
& still i am flight
over this all
i hum, i vibrate
that same music–
scales
in the key of stone
Susan Daniels Poetry 
What an amazing concept! I love how your poetry always surprises.
Julie. thank you!
I am so curious – how do you come up with such amazing words every day?
Hi again, Julie–I wish I could answer that for you. Sometimes I wake up with a line in my mind, like this one at 3 this morning. Sometimes I see something or hear something, or think something that flips a switch and turns on the poet brain. I am afraid that I am simply a victim of my muse or chi…Have no true “voluntary” control over what sets the idea in motion.
mad skillls lady mad skills painting these images and layers with your words
Audra, thank you!
Susan, though I liked the sound of this poem reading it aloud, and it has strong one, it is confusing that you begin with the delicate imagery of a dragon fly and then suddenly switch gears into plater tectonics. But I may, as usual be missing something, it is early.>KB
Wow, if you are in my time zone–it was early when you read this! Here, in the first two stanzas, I am describing someone who skims shallowly when there is depth to explore. Perhaps I shifted too abruptly.
Excellent, Susan.
Thank you, Trent!
I like stuff that makes the earth quake a bit… though I will have to look up that one “a” word you used, it was beyond me.
oh, that is the layer that the continental plates drift on–it is pretty cool 😉
Had to look that up for an earthquake poem a few months back…
Okay. I have learned something. My little one always tells me that the core of the earth is hotter than the surface of the sun. I’m pretty sure he’s pulling my leg.
LOL! Okay, this is theoretical, and from Wikipedia, NOT a geophysicist, but supposedly they both are about 5700 K. I am not going close to either of them with a thermometer, so I will just accept that they are…HOT.
Are you conspiring with my little boy, Susan? He is partial to cyborgs actually.
😉
Lightness and weight combine so beautifully….there is the sense of movement and reistance, and then a suggestion of human feelings of ecstacy ends the very teasing poem. The poetess has done it again!
Aw, thank you, Noel. As for the suggestivity, you don’t miss one tremor, vibration, or hum, do you? You find the tease in my plate tectonics, and call me on it–and there you go! You have tripped my muse again!
This is great. this:
i will tell my feelings
in movements of the earth
& still i am flight
over this all
Could stand on it’s own. Spare and tightly controlled.
Aw, thanks so much! It does rather look like a very tight micropoem that way…I like it!
very nice
Thank you, hon.