They want to meter sunlight
in a convenient attack of sometimes
where truth is less than the sum of its spin
and I am less in love with language
in favor of words: bone, cup, water;
a simple speech of blood
translating only what’s important:
arrow, sunrise, hands;
your mouth on my neck
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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Great and true. Thanks for posting it.
Thank you, Jeff.
“They want to meter sunlight” This is corporate ownership taken to the ridiculous extreme. After allowing God’s handiwork (the genetic code) to be owned and copyrighted I needed to hear something carried beyond all possibility (They haven’t done it have they, Susan?)
Then this turns to a lovely romance poem.
Good one, Sweetie. 🙂
Oh Susan! ((SIGH)) ((the sound of teeth gnashing)). I just knew you were making this one up. ((BIGGER SIGH)).
It’s more profitable to burn up West Virginia and kill the earth to fire power plants than to use the God’s free sunlight.
I can’t be the only person who feels ashamed and frightened to be an American.
Thanks for keeping me informed.
Wish I could say it was my pleasure, but…. It is what it is.
The problem power suppliers have with renewable energy, such as sun and wind, is the difficulty they would have charging for it. Grrr.
The great God Profit rules the land of the free with an iron fist.
Oddly enough, this little poem I wrote on the fly today fits the prompt for today’s dVerse prompt–where they are looking for 55 word poems. This is exactly 55 words long. Who knew?
Another miracle of poetics. 😉
simple fine words, amen
you tickle and touch and tantalize – God bless your “words”
Aw, thank you, Paul!
What a great collection packed into 55 words. really a great start.. that meddle into a great end.. really made me think.. imagine metered sunlight..
Thanks, Bjorn. Well, metered sunlight is perhaps a stretch, but some utility companies here want to charge their customers with solar power for using the grid to send power into it. Hence, the metered light 😉
Susan, I liked this; and I think you really HAVE defined what’s important. Really enjoyed the last two stanzas.
Thank you, Mary. We can get so caught up in language, and forget the basic or words.
truth as less than the sum of its spin…that is a great line…ha..a speach of blood as well…and only what is important…oo la what a wonderful end…that is where no words are needed…smiles.
Aw, shucks, Brian, thank you! Yep–no words needed at the end…
very cool images.. starts with the metering sunlight opening… the speech of blood..and then the close of course… love it
Thank you, Claudia. This one was fun…
These 55 words create a poetic cosmos; deeper than first thought, the third read through propels the imagery into orbit; really enjoyed the ride, and the YouTube selection is wonderful, since I live in WA state.
Thank you, Glenn 😉
A great beginning and a really good array of images. Well-penned. 🙂
Thank you, HA.
Yes, indeed. Love this, Susan!
Thank you, Laurie!
There are places where they meter rain and forbid the collection of it without permits. I guess metered sunlight was bound to happen. A poets pen is a great tool for pushing back. You used it artfully here. Love the last line.
Thank you, Nara.
I specially like the opening line ~ Good 55 words Susan ~ Happy Friday ~
Happy Friday to you too! Thanks for liking that beginning–it was a gimmie…
Thank you, Stacy!
Such a bigger canvas and intense poem for 55 words. Wonderful read Susan.
Oh, thank you! Minimalist poetry should try to paint the biggest picture it can, IMO 😉
I am certainly in favor the words you have put together here…especially the final 2 lines. Very fine writing.
Thank you, Ronald. I definitely liked the close too–glad you did, as well.
strong and direct – things a man admires in a woman – a good poem
Thank you, Bill! 😉 That’s how I like my men to be, as well…
Had me going at the beginning (I’m inclined to think the link is a spoof…I certainly hope so).. and the ending, well – I’ve gotta agree 🙂
Margaret–as for the link, it is probably an ad and has little to do with the poem. Glad you liked.
from such acts revolt is borne. which is why the NSA, drones, and for-profit prisons are there. but a slick turn to the intimate… ~
Thank you! I agree, this poem is a small protest of a lot of things.
This one made me stop, pause, think. Such a crucible the form makes of thought, so that what could take tomes is expressible with so little.
I so agree, Sam! Glad you enjoyed.
Such fine write! Especially the ending, it’s is a clincher! Nicely Susan!
Thank you, Hank, so much!
Thank you, Mama!
Yes, very nice, shape and all. When we start stripping down to the essential and casting off the spinners, we get down to love/silence/touch–what nourishes.
So true, Susan. Thank you!
why are we always going to extremes? we weren’t born for this ~ sad!
“where truth is less than the sum of its spin”
Two thumbs up for a brilliant line.
Thank you, Nelle. Don’t we see it every day?
Oh, thank you!
ironical that sometimes everything is wished to be measured and controlled knowing well that some are good as eternity!
I love this! The title especially captivates me. I definitely have to catch up on your recent work.