not every poem I write is about you

Not every poem I write
is about you

just the ones that
when I read them out loud
stretch breath tight like a bowstring
that fires an arrow at a fleeing target
and falls short

so I have to swallow down feeling
hard, slide across that snapped string
no longer a weapon but an instrument
the harp I play in broken accompaniment

to what is sung past tightness,
the point whereΒ words stick
and this poet stammers
you, you slide between the lines
not spoken, but impossibly there–

you are the inconvenient lump
in my throat.

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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54 Responses to not every poem I write is about you

  1. Oh that is some last line – packing one hard lump of a punch

  2. mobius faith says:

    I’m hurt!
    Hehehe. Great poem. Quite the slam dunk.

  3. janehewey says:

    the clear, almost indescribable tension brought to life. beautiful and poignant.

  4. sonofwalt says:

    You had me at hello, or in this case, the title/ first two lines. πŸ™‚

  5. Thanks for the feeling you conveyed. Twang, You hit the mark. Alice

  6. Trent Lewin says:

    So in my world, this is what I would call classic Susan. Effortless, witty, poignant, and polished in but a few choice words. Classic.

  7. This was an amazing poem!

  8. unfetteredbs says:

    Susan.. you are so masterful with your complexities and movement. I loved every tautly wound word and you left me with a lump in my throat. Gosh– so well done

    • Oh, thanks so much, Audra. I am enjoying these love poems that aren’t love poetry (but really are), that are coming to my mind–and now this one where the beloved is an inconvenience…glad you are having fun along with me.

  9. Aw ~ Susan ~ ‘… impossibly there / you are the inconvenient lump / in my throat.’ ~ fab ~ what great lines

  10. “you are the inconvenient lump
    in my throat” <–I could have used this in my divorce decree. just saying. best damn line I've read all day.

  11. ruleofstupid says:

    Everyone on here is wrong – this is rubbish!
    hehehe πŸ˜‰

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  13. nelle says:

    Ooh, so well done… I can feel the snap of the string right back into teeth. πŸ˜‰

  14. Green Speck says:

    Wow wow … just toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good !!!

  15. George Ellington says:

    So very clever this, Susan. I read it with bitter smiles. Very taut. Prone to snapping. Plucking out an angry code. But the tune itself rises so high above the anger. There is freedom just in the composition, isn’t there? There are voices that haunt us now and probably always will. Voices we’d rather not hear again. Insinuating themselves between the lines. But still, WE compose the lines. And there is freedom in that. As for the rest? Couldn’t give a monkey’s.

    • LOL, George–exactly. I am glad the monkey gets to keep his butt. This was liberating and part of what I am now calling a group of non-love poetry (where that stubborn feeling keeps popping up, much to the poet’s chagrin). You so got this.

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  17. Cough that lump out, Susan. Very powerful πŸ™‚

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