My poem, “Keriah,” featured on The Blue Hour Magazine. Thank you, Susie and Moriah!
There are mornings
whose blues are unspeakable,
whose yellows are far too dandelion
to dilute under sun.
You should have died in November.
I could count you in raw clouds,
reflected in reds rotting to brown.
I could paint all color siphoned to straw,
brighten it with blood kissed from my fingers
caught on the skeletons of roses.
But there is room for loss
even in blooming. I can mourn
you vineless, thornless,
worn open as the hole I tear
over my chest, where my heart was.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
This is one that has so much depth to it. I must sit with it a while. It will stay with me.
Thanks, John. Funny, now that I am reading it again there are things I would change in the second stanza, if it weren’t already set in stone/published over there and in their anthology. Glad it worked for you!
You can still change it. Nothing is set in stone.
No rules. You’re a poet.
…but I know what you mean.
I know you do 😉
Congratulations Susan. And an incredibly lovely poem.
Thanks, Joseph, I really appreciate it!
wonderful choice dear friend ! I love your blog!
Thanks, Deb!
this is just wonderful, Susan!!!
Oh, thank you!