Keriah by Susan L. Daniels

My poem, “Keriah,” featured on The Blue Hour Magazine. Thank you, Susie and Moriah!

The Blue Hour

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.

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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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12 Responses to Keriah by Susan L. Daniels

  1. This is one that has so much depth to it. I must sit with it a while. It will stay with me.

  2. Congratulations Susan. And an incredibly lovely poem.

  3. wonderful choice dear friend ! I love your blog!

  4. yeoldefoole says:

    this is just wonderful, Susan!!!

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