Weaving is a woman’s craft, and I have pulled art
out of air, the shading subtle. I had strung the warp,
risked it, knowing some patterns fade
before they become weft, pulled apart
and combed smooth, rewoven beneath the shuttle.
Before you call me cold, unturnable
see what was spun for me and allotted.
I am making a live thing, and though the days are long
time is short, and I will not break beauty again
for the sake of passing promise, no matter
how fine the thread.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan, this is golden, You have developed such a voice that I here in all your poems now-not really a I’m taking no porisoners tone, but a confidence that goes with your ability to hidden beauties–maybe its because you’re a white witch.>KB
Thank you, KB. Let’s make me a gray witch, as I so hate absolutes. Means a lot to me that you would say this.
How could I not, I can remember when that change occurred there was that one poemk and you’vee never turned back.>KB
Again, thanking you.
This might sound a trite weird but first thing I thought of when I read this was the ending to Sucker Punch, a much maligned and little seen film that packed a wallop for me for reasons I still don’t fully understand. Lest I fully compare you to obscure fandom self-indulgent, know that the ending of that movie, despite all the ho-hum that comes before, is a command to action, and I get the same feeling of the fight from your poem. These are your pieces that I love the most, the ones with the fight in them.
Thanks, Trent. I like these best too. They don’t waffle.
I had to read this several times. I really love it. The tone and words you use are so mesmerizing.
I’m particularly enthralled with ->
I am making a live thing, and though the days are long
time is short, and I will not break beauty again
for the sake of passing promise, no matter
how fine the thread.
Lovely!
~ Andrea
Thank you so much, Andrea–and it’s nice to meet you!
It’s so very nice to meet you, too! 🙂
This is wonderful – just breathtakingly wonderful.
Thank you! Means a lot, coming from a journeyman word-weaver such as yourself.
I really like this, Susan. And what I like is the truth I think you are speaking about creating out of air.
I wish that more men (and women) would begin to understand that creating and nurturing is so much braver, bolder, and more affirming than “managing” or destroying. If the creator in us is a woman or a female entity, then let’s celebrate the triumphant power of that feminine spirit who dwells in us all.
What I love about your poetry is that you recognize (and project) the knowledge that creating and nurturing are the fiercest efforts of all. To make life from the hand we are dealt is such a noble and empowering act and you really make this plain, especially here. Lovely work!
Jeremy–thank you so much for this comment! You have tapped into this directly. While I do not know if the spirit that creates in or through us is male, female, or something bigger than gender, all that matters is that when fed it can make the immaterial something material, if that makes any sense. We need to find that creative spirit within us and within each other, and nurture that. The “managers” and the tearers-down have been in control for far too long.
Reblogged this on The Sand County and commented:
Susan’s has tapped into something that is so beautiful and primary here. And I think she has done it in a way that only she can.
Your “managers” & “tearers-down” can be defined in one word, ‘greed’;
greed which is the cause of all the pain & misery upon this earth. Sad, but doubtful, no other than the greedy will ever be in control…
Wow, Lindy–I did not see that at all! That’s what I love about sharing poetry this way… I never would have seen that, until you so eloquently pointed it out! Thank you 😉