It is dangerous to love a poet

It is dangerous to love a poet
who blows emotion into rainbow animals;
orange giraffes, pink dogs, purple monkeys–
her balloon bestiary handed off to anyone
who stops to admire her skill and their lightness.
That some are shaped to your likeness is completely accidental,
she says, bouncing your persona palm to palm until it pops.

It is troubling to love a poet
who paints seduction in shadows
on metaphorical flesh, concentric patterns
traced on paper when the lines you want her to read out loud
are written by vessels under your skin, shivered
and goosebumped for lips busy kissing or cursing a muse.
You will always be the interloper in that marriage.

It is lonely to love a poet
who stays up until dawn, choosing the right shade of red
to  spraypaint your name on the moon, her  graffiti
bold enough to read from any bedroom window–
no solace when her side of the bed echoes scent
and is empty of presence.  In her chase of the right word,
she will not hear you murmur her name as you sleep.

It is useless to confront a poet.
She will take the pain you bring,
clay thrown on the wheel of her vision
spun and shaped to perfection,
glazed with a sad you will never see,
fired to a form that sings unbreakable passion.

It is joy to love a poet.
Her words lift from beyond the depth of bone
to wing from lips, floating each shade
in the spectrum of feeling your name evokes,
and you are caught, dazzled
and doomed as any moth or firefly, chasing
and breathing the lit cloud only she owns.

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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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43 Responses to It is dangerous to love a poet

  1. Nicholas Gagnier says:

    Amazing work Susan. This is so good.

  2. glynfedwards says:

    I was streaming an album off The Guardian when I read this poem. It fits really tenderly with the third track. This is really effective.

  3. How true ~ delightful 😉

  4. atlasivy says:

    This is absolutely stunning!

  5. Wow – love the spraypainting on the moon especially Susan!

  6. Alice Keys says:

    Love, love , love this one. Good work. I shall give it to my husband. He will “get it”.

  7. Victor says:

    Perhaps Shakespare should have said:Heavens knows no fury as the danger,trouble,loneliness and confrontation in loving a Poet yet nothing compares to its joy.Sheer ecstasy!!.Bravo Susan.

  8. jmgoyder says:

    This is WONDERFUL!

  9. Lara Klein says:

    Beautiful words Penny. Very nice poem indeed.
    Very nice photograph too!

  10. to love a poet
    and to experience with her the joys
    of the right word found,
    at the wrong moment,
    muse’s inconvenient timing….

  11. unfetteredbs says:

    “clay thrown on the wheel of her vision”—
    Susan you do this so very well. I love this.

  12. Oh Susan this is beautiful. The last stanza is so passionately true. 🙂 Welld one, my friend 🙂

  13. Bruce Ruston says:

    Really really enjoyed this one

  14. Lindy Lee says:

    SD, this is a perfectly splendid poem, exactly correct in reflecting the poet’s predicament…

  15. Lindy Lee says:

    I have copied your poem, keeping all due credit to you of course, and have it at my desk to read a few hundred more times. You really hit home with me. Please do offer it for publication in many other places, as I do believe it to be a masterpiece, at the very least among other poets…

  16. mobius faith says:

    Nicely done. So many shades of love. Yet the poets actions are always the same (which justifies why its useless to confront a poet). It like the poet is the one consistency in life.

  17. Susan, thank you for writing this. It evokes a feeling of being understood and accepted. I am so grateful for this poem. 🙂

  18. nelle says:

    One of your better, witty, reflective, encapsulating.

  19. Mari says:

    Very easy to adore, love, you…

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