cutting

The old physicians knew
what we take in
must be let out,

but slowly, feeding leeches
or lancets

if  ink is blood
and language the pulse
driving it

poetry becomes
phlebotomy.

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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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36 Responses to cutting

  1. dannypereyra says:

    Oooh, nice visual 🙂

  2. Hey. Sorry to admonish you, but I do prose. OK I’ve done some haikus, but I’m a prose writer. don’t leave me out.
    😀

  3. yeoldefoole says:

    what did Hemingway say? “writings easy – just sit down at a typewriter and open a vein”…

  4. Alice Keys says:

    I was a phlebotomist once, long ago. I got up early and drained everyone’s blood but my own. Perhaps this poetry bug I’ve caught has something to do with this. Like the slow virus for mad cow disease circling back to get you for those hamburger travesties of youth. Lovely. You obviously stirred me. Thanks. Alice

  5. Miriam E. says:

    how much i love your mind! brilliant yet again.

  6. Karin Wiberg says:

    Hah! That is great, Susan!

  7. ok my hand is up, I had to look up phlebotomy! You are indeed the Surgeon General. I courtesy.

  8. wow! wow! Fixed on your viewpoint !

  9. brian miller says:

    yes
    yes it does
    a little bleeding to ease
    through our pens
    to the page

    very nice

  10. A great visual of poetry writing ~ I learned something new tonight, thanks Susan ~

  11. claudia says:

    oh so very true..

  12. Indeed, bleeding on the page. You linked it to medicine but now another thought occurs to me: Is being a poet like being a cutter …

  13. nelle says:

    I like the theme; it could run in so many directions.

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