the dead don’t love

The dead don’t love
the way we know it
but they yearn,

a sealed sweet sleeping
like jarred honey inside pyramids

until what’s clay breaks,
releasing open and live
what sustains

lost under all that dust

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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27 Responses to the dead don’t love

  1. annotating60 says:

    glory, Glory, Glory!!!! She awakens from the sleep of dark umbrage. Good to have you back. Nice piece. In one month I’ve lost my Editor to work and my bestr reader to work. I have been traveling blind. I hope you’re back for a bit.>KB

  2. davidtrudel says:

    Good to have you back!

  3. unfetteredbs says:

    I second what KB said. My smile was big when I saw you in my reader.

  4. yeoldefoole says:

    I’ve missed you!!!

  5. “like jarred honey inside pyramids” – nice. πŸ™‚

    Good to see you Susan. Missed reading your words.

  6. Trent Lewin says:

    Miss you more than I realized.

  7. mobius faith says:

    Some amazing images in this one. the sense of love hidden away, unappreciated, unreciprocated.

  8. The dead don’t speak
    the way we do and they once did
    all voice they now have
    are world wide webs
    spun and stretched
    on our wandering minds

  9. Alice Keys says:

    What longing the dead feel! I like this one. Alice

  10. They do love, I tell you. The dead do love πŸ™‚ Welcome back, Susan πŸ™‚

  11. BroadBlogs says:

    Ahh, a resurrection of sorts.

  12. nelle says:

    Brain is gonna have to digest this one, more here than there seems.

  13. Lindy Lee says:

    …lost to many but not all.

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