I am no god, but pay a divine price
for what I learn.
I did not trade an eye
for wisdom;
Just this heart
bargained for a moment.
Listen.
Absence speaks loudest
in a quiet place
where pulse rioted hope
in a directed torrent.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
silence speaks volumes, when words are caste about so cheaply, great little poem of wisdom, bless you
Thank you!
This sounds to me like you had big things on your mind, and had to attend to them. That’s fair. But I’m glad you’re back, poet lady.
Thanks, Trent. Have had a few things on my plate that needed addressing.
Sounds like it. Be well, Susan.
You too, Northern man.
beautiful! Pulse rioted hope is powerful.
Thanks, Noel. It does that, you know. Riot. Only it is unseen.
RIOTS THAT ARE FELT CAN BE LIBERATING!
I love liberation.
welcome back – afraid I can’t join in – doctors prohibit all rioting by my pulse
Aw, Paul. Some pulse rioting is fun. Bummer.
“Just this heart” is an honest trade for wisdom. Nothing else would work. VERY nice to hear a poem from you. I’ve been wondering how/where you are. Whenever I start a new jar to ferment, I think of you. 😉
Stay warm and well.
Alice
Aw, Alice, thank you! Work has been crazy/busy/demanding, as well as a lot of personal stuff going on 😉
Sorry. I hope it lets up/ resolves so you can make more poetry. Stay well. 🙂
A heart traded
for a moment
listened. Wisdom
of words pay
such a price.
Missin’ your words, woman. Dressing on your plate or no.
Johnny, and I am loving your comment, so I am missing your words, as well. Need to get over to Gravity soon.
Ah, it’ll probably just way you down… 😉
never. You ground me 😉
I ground you?
Gosh. I hope it didn’t hurt.
😉
No pain at all!
Great to read something from you! I miss your way with words; always gives me something to look foreward to. Leo
Thank you, Leo! Miss your words, as well.
Happy New Year Susan. Glad you are back!
Hi Celestine! Thank you!
Absence speaks loudest… Tell it! 🙂
Thanks, Nelle! Difficult to tell silence 😉