slap-happy
I own no mysticism
even though so often
I turn that other cheek
set in permanent spin–
darvesh
one hand directed
to heaven
but this
is no ecstasy
the center
dictating my direction
skewed (pa)inward.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Where are the longer poems that are sustained by what you can do? I love these little keepsakes, so round and beautiful by the thoughts that open like flowers. But I want to see a garden all in bloom so the serious thorned roses play off against the silly daffodils, and larkspur calls the bees to sting the hand that covets what nature owns in even the simple buttercup?>KB
KB, I honestly don’t know. I need to find them and let them loose. Beautiful comment and irresistible challenge.
You only need to tie up the kids and your husband (who might enjoy itlol) and make it irresistable.>KB
Okay, I am going to try something longer. Hah–he would love being tied up, I am sure… Until the second I walk away 😉
Shame. One man’s trash is another man’s pleasure.>KB
a swift remarkable commute from slap happy to pain – oh my – you’re so good
Paul, you’re making me blush! Thank you.
love the way you spin those words
Thank you, Jenni!
Your insight is matched only by your ability to transform it into word.
Nelle, wow, thanking you. Sometimes I get so tired of the pacifism I own, that many see as passivity. They are not the same thing. Sigh.
They are very different things. One is a wilful choice not to engage or support certain behaviour, and the other disinterested indifference. IMO, the former is quite a passionate – and not easy – choice.
This whole Cleveland thing, it rips at my heart. I’m against the death penalty, but my gosh part of me wishes karma to have its way with him. Pacifism is a path walked, it is not the raging inner debate we keep i check.
Nelle, so well said. You are a philosopher, among the many other things you are, my friend. I need to write about Cleveland, but lack the words as of yet. I am so proud of that young woman for getting out. My God, what they went through. Horrific.
Weird what things affect us. Last night I read one of the three remained hospitalised, for treatment of mental issues. Lots conveyed in that little statement, and I hope she can feel so many hugging and assuring in thought.
I hope so too. How powerless they must have felt, so isolated. They are out now, and many are showing love and support. Hope they get that. Really, I do.
my head spins with the brilliance.:)
-jennifer
Aw, everyone is making me blush today! Xo
(pa)inward. this might be the best thing i’ve ever seen. i wish it were mine!
Thanks, Shrinks!
It’s all so beautiful and snapshot truthfulness !
Thanks, hon!
I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. Please visit http://aplaceforpoetry.wordpress.com/ .
Oh, thank you, Julia!