scales in the key of stone

the skin of things
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–
in the key of stone

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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22 Responses to scales in the key of stone

  1. jmgoyder says:

    What an amazing concept! I love how your poetry always surprises.

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    mad skillls lady mad skills painting these images and layers with your words

  3. annotating60 says:

    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.

  4. 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!

  5. ruleofstupid says:

    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.

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