01/17/2013 small stone

Today is empty, flown.  I used to collect cicada skins, nymphal exoskeleton split down the back, allowing exit of a winged adult.  That is what today is–the shape of a day, but hollow, light, and what was living gone from it.  Not a corpse exactly, but absent anything live.


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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10 Responses to 01/17/2013 small stone

  1. 🙂 Alteration – morphed – enjoyed.

  2. wow. just wow, Susan

  3. I checked “liked” but this poem overflows with and is full of emptiness and this disturbs me – please tell me I am readeng it wrongly! ;-(
    Perhaps, works has kept me away from poetry for too long and I am now losing the hang of things!

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