Tanka #1

What drives this knowing?
Poets are people who walk
through life with small flaws
in cracked armor, allowing
life to blossom beneath skin.

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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 Tanka #1

  1. yeoldefoole says:

    makes me think of Loenard Cohen’s ‘Anthem’! wonderful!

  2. Nicely stated but my flaws are not small 🙂

  3. I will catch up soon, Susan … have had assignments and lots of visiting to do over past few days so have fallen behind … boo-hoo ;(

    I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up … heh-heh 🙂

  4. What a wonderful poem you have blossomed!

  5. Alice Keys says:

    Yes, Susan. It feels like there are cracks in the armor of living. Others seem to wear impenetrable shields. But being cracked means the light can get in. Thanks. Alice

    • Yes! This idea sprang from a comment convo I was having with Shrinksaren’tcheap–where I said it is because we let the world under our skin we have to write (or in the case of other artists, create something) in response to it. I don’t know what the alternative to that letting-out would be for people who are not creative, but there has to be something. Hmmm. Now I am thinking of that old-fashioned cure of bleeding, or leeches. Poem idea? Perhaps.

      • Alice Keys says:

        This is one of the reasons I write “it is because we let the world under our skin we have to write in response to it.” As I let the world more under my skin there is more to write.

  6. Tanks for this – my armoury has many chinks and splits right now, need more than superglue to mend…. but then again do I want it mended? x

  7. Oh, yesss Cohen is shining forth!

  8. nelle says:

    Perhaps poets are those who notice the small cracks in their armour, where the rest of us are oblivious.

    • Good point, Nelle. You notice yours, though. But, you are a poet who writes across the page and not down it.

      • nelle says:

        Har, you are too kind. I wouldn’t have the first clue. When it comes to art, my stick figure cat looks like a two-dimensional assemblage of water sausages, and I fear any poetry I attempted would achieve a similar result.

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