cells run renegade,
pathologic lines laying down armor
en cuirasse; 

which is what kills

in the end, the immortal
simply something that refuses to die
when prompted

and waits,

like the old gods,
hungry for ichor

we forget
how to live

with our own blood

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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18 Responses to ichor

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    Love the imagery Susan. Living in our own blood– so very true!

  2. purple says:

    “the immortal, simply something that refuses to die when prompted” is a great image within a great poem. This one is emotional, yet understated in a way, conjures up a range of emotions for me as I read it.

  3. ManicDdaily says:

    Very interesting approach here, Susan. We certainly have gotten out of synch with what is natural and sustainable — as if we could just decide how life works, and of course, blood will out! Thanks. k.

  4. “pathologic lines laying down armor” gorgeous complexity

  5. Alice Keys says:

    Susan, I enjoy your biologic and medical poems. Refreshing (to an old doc).;-) Alice

  6. nelle says:

    untethered, such a key word, laid down as a foundation.

  7. George Ellington says:

    One of the aspects of your writing that I always enjoy, Susan–these lines of biology, religion, self interlacing, interacting. Metaphors with multiple meanings challenging my thoughts. And then those moments when nature arises again, drawn up in your words, allowing me to simply relax. And feel.

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